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My boss had some rental property. He knew I helped my dad do some of those, so he hired me to paint one of his.
Walked in, and there was this SWARM of fleas attacking my legs. I told him he gets the carpet out and I will come back.
Came back and started cleaning the kitchen. There was still a roast in the oven. As I washed the ceiling, the grease was running down the pole, down my arm, and into my face.
I only did one property for him
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