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So we've been bidding for a renovation of a local community college for a while. Boss has been frustrated dealing with bureaucracy and people mulling over the cost so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I looked up the president of the college, told him I wanted an appointment with him to talk about the job.

I brought in with three of my coworkers a customized oak desk for his office and presented it to him as a gift. I advised him after showing how diverse the people I work with are that if he wants kind of craftsmanship at a fair price at his college then he needs to pick our crew. One red guard, one imperial named Juan, and one Nord from the province of Deutschland. Combine that with my Dunmer self looking dapper

2 days ago my boss got a call and the president said that he's picking our contract over the protests of the board. 10 hours of finish carpentry and a couple boxes of beer for the guys and we got ourselves a lucrative job. Boss knows what I did and wasn't amused but ultimately didn't argue with results

!nwahs !chuds IMPORTANT POST

When Blackmarsh sends its farm cowtools, they're not sending their best. They're not sending you. They're not sending you. They're sending farm cowtools that have lots of problems, and they're bringing those problems with us. They're bringing skooma. They're bringing crime. They're male feminists. And some, I assume, are good people.

But I speak to border guards and they tell us what we're getting. And it only makes common sense. It only makes common sense. They're sending us not the right people.

It's coming from more than Blackmarsh. It's coming from all over Tamriel and Stros M'kai, and it's coming probably -- probably -- from the Elsweyr. But we don't know. Because we have no protection and we have no competence, we don't know what's happening. And it's got to stop and it's got to stop fast.

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Russians are orcs after all

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