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You can't even kill children through gross negligence anymore? Fucking communists...

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I was 15 when I started a job at a local butcher shop cleaning and disinfecting the various saws, slicers, knives, mallets, and other instruments used in the dismemberment of the already dead beasts. I worked from 5pm to 8pm Mon-Fri. Minimum wage in 1977.

I would come home in the evening with blood stained clothes and smelled like raw meat and poultry so strong it wouldn't wash off. My lovely girlfriend finally had enough and told me it was either the job or her as she couldn't stand the stench of beastie covered up with Brut cologne (hey, it was 1977 and I was 15).

I quit the job to save my early romance.

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