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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Irony At Its Finest

So one of my friends got a job for R.J. Reynolds, pretty sweet gig actually, they even gave him a company car.

The only catch?

You can’t smoke in it.
Posted by ez cheese at 7:28 AM

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