Every hurricane season, I get excited at the chance that my city will be hit and I’ll be able to afford a house afterwards. PGP.
Just made a song set to the sound of our industrial copier. PGP.
The ratio of people to cake is too big. PGP.
Three-day conference next week in a Big Ten town. Boss just said we won’t leave the hotel. PGP.
Two years into the real world. Still haven’t used algebra. At all. PGP.
Started upper-middle class now I’m poor. PGP.
Last night, I had a dream I bought a Maserati. The entire dream I worried about my credit, car payments, and repair costs. I woke up in a cold sweat. PGP.
Having to choose between 20 minutes more sleep or rubbing one out before work. PGP.
The guy who doesn’t even pretend to care about making eye contact in the hallway. PGP.
Just overheard my boss say, “I can still do a keg stand.” PGP.