where have you got to go?

how in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair,
and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money
for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?

and don't you have some better place to go?
where you've got to go?
where have you got to go?

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