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Every day, at 2 pm, I buy a Pepsi. And
right now, I'm looking at all of those empty cans, lined up on the
windowsill, 5 cents apiece, and I'm wondering, Is that enough to retire?
Can I buy an island in the South Pacific with that many cans? Can I tell
all of these ungrateful shits I work with that they can kiss my ass,
that I'm going to Hawaii to eat roasted pig and drink colorful cocktails
with umbrellas in them until my body collapses from terminal relaxation?
I'm returning those cans tonight. Don't
expect me next week.
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