(There was a priest who visited my great-grandfather after my great-uncle died. He was looking at my great-grandfather's garden.) Priest: Are those pansies out there? Great-Grandfather: Can I tell you a secret? Priest: Sure, that's what I'm here for. Great-Grandfather: It's Hungarian marijuana.
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19-year-old fast food worker keeps getting skipped for raise because 17-year-old manager holds a petty grudge against him, so he gets her fired: ‘I had unnecessary amounts euphoria.’
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'Work smarter, not harder': New boss gets rid of overtime policy despite team's concerns, employees maliciously comply and boss ends up scrambling
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Grocery manager calls cashier "replacable," acts surprised when they quit on the spot: 'He was shocked and couldn't understand why'
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HOA demands homeowner fix brown patch in his lawn, he obliges by planting heaps of mint which multiplies throughout the neighborhood: 'Spring comes and mint is EVERYWHERE - around mailboxes, along walking paths, even in their fancy entrance landscaping'
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