Got a side stitch during sex this past weekend. I was on bottom. PGP.
Was days away from handing in my two weeks at a job I’ve despised for two years. Got a promotion and a 50% raise. Can’t leave now. PGP.
The printer at work was making a painfully high pitched noise, and I was the only one young enough to hear it. PGP.
Getting up to go to the bathroom out of boredom, not necessity. PGP.
A Thursday happy hour resulting in eight unhappy hours on Friday. PGP.