Remember that crazy son-of-a-bitch in No Country For Old Men? The one that removed his own bullet? I want to be like him. Bowl cut and all. That’s why I’m buying this adorable little sewing kit…to stitch up my flesh after I totally kick your ass. And I will, too. Because it’s 6:38 on a Friday and I’m still at work and someone is gonna pay. And that someone is you. Did I not make that clear?
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