The longer I work in customer service, the more a lot of things make sense to me. Like why postal clerks sometimes run amok with flamethrowers in public places.
As I have now finished my study at the poster-child for Soviet architecture,
UTS (huh, you think the letters stand for "University of Technology", maaaaan? Do ya? Huh? Huh? 'Cause that's
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