so if one more parent that i work with tries to sell me the garbage that their kid's school/troop/cult is peddling, i'm really gonna have to take unfortunate action. i've basically been asked to buy my last overpriced magazines, candybars, and stale, mass-produced cookies. if you see me storming up your cube row at work, your only option will be to get your checkbook out because i've got ginsu knives and mini liquers that you will be departing with at 5pm. seriously though, don't be alarmed. i'll at least have the decency to force you to buy the good, fun, razor-sharp, alcoholic, practical stuff.
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