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No shit. Biggest muscle bound frat-bro fucktard I’ve ever known kept climbing in the corporate world. His work was shit but always getting top marks in our group. I was sitting next to him when he got a call from “his bank”, put it on speaker phone, and gave them his credit card number, expiration date, zip code, and 3 digit code. “Dude, Randy, that was a scammer”. “Oh…shit… I better call my bank”.
Pretty people have it unbelievably easy not mater how fucking stupid they are.
Where do you work where you get “top marks”?