Laboricide
Getting killed by work so much you’re like a broken toaster. You’re just going to smoke and die.
I got Laboricide from my job. I came home and my mom asked if I was alive. I said, 'I’m just a ghost now.'
My coworker got Laboricide so bad he started smoking at his desk. The boss said he was a 'smoking legend.'
I got Laboricide so bad I started talking to my coffee. It was the only one who listened.
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