Shit, I wish I had a couple of these Cruzin’ Coolers so that I could settle all my disputes with a friendly joust. Actually, there are few things as chickenshit as stealing a coworkers clearly labeled food from the office fridge. If someone jacked my sandie it’d be a jousting tournament between me and the thief’s nutsack while he was chatting up the cute chick from accounting at the water cooler.
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