Fenake Comments

There is a special group of human beings I know.At one time all of us worked together on a factory-farm.We did not raise kine, or pigs, or sheep.Nor did we sow acres of land with one genetically modified crop.Instead, with the aid of telephones and computers that were well out-of-date, we farmed sorrow.We were hired by this sorrow-farm to provide the customers of large, bloated, un-feeling, and miserly corporations with answers that they did not wish to hear to questions they did not want to be asking.Times were tough, but we found a way to stick together and laugh about things.

One of the young farm-hands who had been there longer than most of us went by the name of Fenake.It occurred to me at some point that this was quite an odd name, so I looked it up at the urging of Jams, one of the best farmers in our clique. We found that "the internet" has an Urban Dictionary that defines it a couple of ways:
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