At some point last night, #1 told me that I punch like a girl.
I said, "I am a girl!"
He looked at me as if he had no idea what I was talking about.
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I work nights in the laboratory of a food manufacturer. I leave each morning with at least one funny, absurd or serious story to tell. I'm telling them to you, internet.
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