It’s one thing not being able to justify being hungover to your boss, it’s another thing to no longer be able to justify it to yourself. PGP.
“Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, kiss my ass, kiss his ass, kiss your ass, Happy Hanukkah.” PGP.
My bank account sits at -$13.47. I am worth negative one medium, no topping pizza. PGP.
Didn’t wake up as a Victoria’s Secret Angel this morning. PGP.
The guy two stalls down from me was snoring this morning. PGP.
Probably gonna miss the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show tonight because it comes on too late. PGP.
Struck up a flirtationship with the hottest girl in my office. Found out she’s banging my boss. PGP.
Hangover toilet nap violently interrupted by someone else’s diarrhea. PGP.
Internet Explorer is our default browser and I can’t change it. PGP.
I just changed my Netflix password and got angry texts from three of my exes. HBO Go is next. PGPM.