A guy walks into an office building.
Sits down. Says nothing.
When asked if he needs help, he replies, "I need to get my blood drawn."
When told that he's come to the wrong place, he asks to be pointed in the right place.
He's properly directed approximately three miles to the left.
Five minutes pass.
The guy returns.
Sits down. Says nothing.
When asked if he needs help, again, he replies, "I need to get my blood drawn," as though he'd never mentioned it before.
He reaches into his pocket.
The nearby women briefly contemplate - "Should we be hitting the floor?"
He stops reaching into his pocket.
Once more, he's told he's in the wrong place, and is pointed in the right direction.
He leaves, and continues to pace in front of the office building for several minutes thereafter, accomplishing nothing.
And that, my friend, is the bad news blues.
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2 comments:
its clear you have not ever truly been bullied. daily beatdowns, constant verbal abuse & pack mentality violence & harrasement kills the soul. when thats gone the body doesnt mean much anymore. so you off it. to the sh*tbags that caused this, i hope you all rot in hell.
Interesting to know.
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