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Can anyone help this person?

ever since he got got his job at Slopworth industries, he did whatever he could to get ahead, even if that meant eating some of the sloppiest hog on wall street. Every day he would come into the office with his suit ironed, tie straight, and every night he would leave with his perfect hair frizzled and beard caked in saliva and pluj. It was at the end of the quarter, right around when the other slopworth workers would be expecting their Christmas bonuses, that a meeting was arranged between him and the sitting CEO, Clump Barrels. The meeting went well, the two men shook hands, and he quickly got to work on Mr. Barrels' bloated chode with utmost care. Cigar smoke filled the room. By the time he was done, the CEO had busted wicked white splooge five times out of his stupid penis. He looked up at his boss, who removed the cigar from his mouth and mused "well done... you've been promoted. Tomorrow you start as my personal suckpig"

ever since he got got his job at Slopworth industries, he did whatever he could to get ahead, even if that meant eating some of the sloppiest hog on wall street. Every day he would come into the office with his suit ironed, tie straight, and every night he would leave with his perfect hair frizzled and beard caked in saliva and pluj. It was at the end of the quarter, right around when the other slopworth workers would be expecting their Christmas bonuses, that a meeting was arranged between him and the sitting CEO, Clump Barrels. The meeting went well, the two men shook hands, and he quickly got to work on Mr. Barrels' bloated chode with utmost care. Cigar smoke filled the room. By the time he was done, the CEO had busted wicked white splooge five times out of his stupid penis. He looked up at his boss, who removed the cigar from his mouth and mused "well done... you've been promoted. Tomorrow you start as my personal suckpig"

ever since he got got his job at Slopworth industries, he did whatever he could to get ahead, even if that meant eating some of the sloppiest hog on wall street. Every day he would come into the office with his suit ironed, tie straight, and every night he would leave with his perfect hair frizzled and beard caked in saliva and pluj. It was at the end of the quarter, right around when the other slopworth workers would be expecting their Christmas bonuses, that a meeting was arranged between him and the sitting CEO, Clump Barrels. The meeting went well, the two men shook hands, and he quickly got to work on Mr. Barrels' bloated chode with utmost care. Cigar smoke filled the room. By the time he was done, the CEO had busted wicked white splooge five times out of his stupid penis. He looked up at his boss, who removed the cigar from his mouth and mused "well done... you've been promoted. Tomorrow you start as my personal suckpig"

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