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I have some training grenades left over from my days in the service...I pulled the pin on one and slid it back into the canister and taped the canister under my bosses desk, then tied fishing line from the grenade to his chair. Boss comes in, pulls out his chair and hears thunk...twinggg, looks down and sees a hand grenade smoking.
good thing he didnt have a weak heart
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He is, moreover, a frequent drunkard, a glutton, and a patron of ladies who are no better than they should be. 
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