They pretend to be the “all knowing, witty and subtle lot”, they peruse through your scroll with such utter disgust, depictive of a granny whose sandals have flirted with chicken droppings in her back-yard.They often than naught shout when breaking down their "critic-tongue" and later get back to their unpatented trade to run down the hours of the day till they hit the home run. At the end of the day you crash with the load as they sit on your back and eat their cake, and still have it to take home….!!
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