The old school song "Fake" from the late 1980's has been going through my head today - mainly because a dear friend is realizing more and more that her boss is the biggest ball-less fake around. I know the guy, and I can testify that it is a wonder he is able to walk around up-right because he has no spine.
I guess I'm mad about it all out of solidarity for her. But isn't that what friends are for?
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