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Here’s the deal—I tried it once. Jill says, “Joe, relax!” So I go—some gal’s hands all over, slippin’ everywhere. Felt like Ennis whisperin’, “This is a one-shot thing.” But damn, I was happy—tension gone, floatin’ like a cloud. Then—bam!—she hits a knot, I yelp. Pissed me off! “C’mon, lady, ease up!” But she knew her shit—worked it out. Surprised me—thought I’d hate it, but nah, hooked.

I get to my office, and boom! My boss, Mr. Grumpy Pants, is already there. He’s pacing like a caged lion. “Where are the contracts?!” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here! Turns out, the printer jammed. Classic. I mean, who even invented printers? They should be banned.

‘Ball of fire’ at the Sannazzaro de' Burgondi refinery near Milan