Luke... I am your wanker....

Today, at the Less Glamorous Job, I met the King Of All Mouthbreathers. Literally. You could hear his wet breathing sounds from anyplace in the store. It was scary. Seriously... he was like Darth Vader.

I think he'd be a fun client. Endless material for humiliation and taunting.

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