Thread of every time forumers go insane

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"Who's Kash?"

It is 3:49 am. You are paralyzed in bed, eyes wide open and bloodshot, sleep so far away from your body clock that you are still engulfed in your restlessness, that getting up and doing anything besides lay in bed would be known as a feat worthy of human achievement. The mere thought of showing up to work in a handful of excruciating hours makes you sick to the pits of your colon. It eats you alive, like you ate the four-day-old kebab in your fridge, much to your colon’s dismay. The job drains …