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| March 6, 1967 |
Nobody wants to work anymore. I'm sure the boss will find some way to blame the employees, but someone had to approve that time off and it was either him or Miss Katchandhammer (ok...?) and I doubt this woman in 1967 has vacation approval powers.
Is this Veeblefester? I'm gonna tag him as Veeblefester.
This is how Brutus dies...
