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Dunja: annnnyyyyyway, i was all "what should i get to eat?" at work today
Dunja: and my friend was all "you dont need to eat. you look fine."
friend: wha?
friend: i clearly don't see what one thing has to do with the other
Dunja: HE WAS CALLING ME FAT
Dunja: and then he was like "did we fire the midget?" when he found this little broom in the back and my manager got so pissed off he broke the broom over his knee
Dunja: but then my friend fished it out of the garbage later and taped it back together
Dunja: that pissed my manager off big-time, and he went on this rampage about how we're all wasting time and how it's no wonder nothing ever gets done and how he's going to start sending people home
friend says: your manager sounds potentially scary
Dunja: but then, when no one was listening, he was like "dunja, you're great" and i was like "why?" and he was like "'cause you do what i ask you to do when i ask you to do it" and i was like "yeah..." and he was like "thanks, pumpkin" and i was like "okaaaay" and he was like "what's your boyfriend's nickname for you?" and i was like "i don't have a boyfriend" and he was like "i don't have a girlfriend" and i was like "okaaaay" and he was like "it's not what you think" and i was like "no, it is" and he was like "no, it's not" and i was like "how do you know what i think?" and he was like "what do you think?" and i was like "i think i'll be seeing you at the pride parade next year" and he was like "hahahahahahaha"
friend: hahaha