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i live in seattle and i'm a roofer. what does that tell ya'? it means i hang out in the pouring, cold rain for 9 hrs. a day, 6 days a week. it's bad enough i gotta' hang my nuts off 6 story buildings to pay this disgusting government's bills and to feed my cakehole, but at the end of the day i come home to a kitchen consisting of a propane campstove and a hotplate. usually i have no food in the kitchen, and i'll be lucky if i have enough fixin's for a mayonaise sandwich. my girl just left me- now i'm up here by myself with a mortgage payment to pull off on my own. sweet fuck! life sucks!
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