JULIEN
INSPIRATIONAL FORCE
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Julien |
| JOB: |
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Illegal transactions for Dumb Bum. |
| CIVIL STATE: |
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Pretends an Afro Dizzy Act.
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| BEST THING ABOUT WORKING FOR DB: |
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Ignoring harassing e-mails and causing minor delays.
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| WORST THING ABOUT WORKING FOR DB: |
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Working with those lunatic freaks who envy my afro and my itchy seat.
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| WHY DID YOU JOIN DB: |
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After a few ales, it appeared like a good career move at the time.
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| WHY ARE YOU STILL WORKING FOR DB: |
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I am??? I thought I was off the payroll! Wait a minute, we never pay anyone!
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| WHAT'S YOUR WAGE: |
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As much as I want to make people believe. For instance, right now I'm getting: 400$ a day; income declaration: 2,17$ and an expired sandwich.
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| WHAT KEEPS YOU MOTIVATED: |
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Using the satellite TV in the headquaters.
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| WHAT FOOD MAKES YOU SICK: |
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Dog food disguised as tuna, delivered with the editor's peanuts.
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| WHAT MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING: |
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Info-Mercials. You can always get a lucrative deal. |
| WORST CHILDHOOD TRAUMA: |
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Diarrhoea attack at my kindergaten prom: no diapers and I wasn't too good at controlling. Smell the picture? |
| WHAT DO YOUR CO-WORKERS NICKNAME YOU: |
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"Are those curls implants" and "Afro Sue" (or Soup, I didn't hear it correctly...) |
| WHICH OF YOUR CO-WORKERS WILL YOU KILL FIRST WHEN YOU'LL GET THAT MACHINEGUN: |
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The coffee-boy. He's always late and he smells dog poo. He says it's the coffee, but I know the smell of coffee, even the awful brand that we use...
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| SHOW YOU'RE EMBARRASSED TO ADMIT YOU WATCH: |
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Anything that has to do with Lassie. I'm obsessed with that four-legged salivating hairball. |
* (These answers had been given a WHILE ago, so might not be accurate, the shows might be cancelled by now...)
SUNRISES SUNSETS: MY VEGETATED FORM OF LIFE
Not
so long ago, in a master pooping environment, I made my first steps. True, I
had to walk over all those other ugly toddlers and their poo of day-care, but
miss Julie gave me a bonbon to encourage my showcase of enthusiasm. I could
walk that day!
But
lets skip to the important part: one year later at my 18th birthday.
This corrupted government gave me the freedom of speech, or vote, whatever, for
me to use as I please. So instead of talking about me, lets talk about myself
and my ambitions.
If I
was King of Arabia, I would order all the camels to have 2 bumps instead of
one. I never understood how people can ride on one-bumped camels. You must grip
yourself around that massive amount of fat, in order to stay on. While we here,
try as much as possible not to hold on to the fat, and let it go. The irony of
both situations is very confusing to me.
As
king, I would also rob from the poor and rich for my personal profit! What's
the worst that could happen? A Robin Sand? I'd have enough money to corrupt him
anyway.
You see? I'm the clever one of this dooefus-oriented team.
FINAL WORD: We have a site?
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