You see, I am the Master Of F.O.I.L., a name and acronym that means nothing to you...now. But soon, the undeniable, almost sexual-like thrust of F.O.I.L. will be upon you!
What is F.O.I.L., you may ask? Well, the ans--
(Hi everyone, my name is Jeremy, and up until thirty seconds ago, I ran the social media accounts for this guy, the Master of Foil or whatever. I don't care about what it stands for, because I just quit my job. This guy can't even type on his own because of his frail and skinny metal fingers, but thinks it's okay to pay his employees shit, not offer health insurance, and only have that powdered cream shit in the break room.
As I'm leaving right now, he's screaming at me, and it's high pitched and shrill as you'd imagine. I'm going to go home, rub one out, and update my resume. I'll be fine.)
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