Yesterday I went to Scottish Inns to apply for a job. That's right, Scottish. But when I got there was I greeted by the Highland pipers? NOOOOOO. No pipers for Sandy. All I got was the smell of some foreign rice, some middle-easterners speaking some foreign language, and a scrawny white-trash girl. I don't want any of it. I was disgusted. Why didn'
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