Getting your testosterone levels checked. PGP.

The asshole/gentleman balance that worked in college just doesn’t work anymore. PGP.

Only filling up the gas tank halfway in the hope that prices will fall two cents overnight. PGP.

Got a flu shot because the company paid me $20 for it. PGP.

I fucking love my Honda Accord. PGP.

Netflix autopay just overdrafted my checking account. PGP.

I test my desk at least once a day to see if I could actually flip it when I eventually rage quit this job. PGP.

My company put me in charge of ordering new business cards for everyone. Say hello to your new Executive Vice President of Marketing Coordination. PGPM.

“How’d that game turn out? I fell asleep.” PGP.