I already know what my girlfriend is making me do on Valentine’s Day next year. PGP.
My parents bought a bar. They still charge me for drinks. PGP.
Going to the bathroom out of sheer boredom. PGP.
Turning up the volume on your headphones ever so slightly when “Turn Down For What” comes on your Spotify. PGP.
Realizing your older coworkers don’t think you are as funny as the pledges always seemed to. PGP.
That moment of pure anguish right before getting out of your car in the morning. PGP.
How does one get into white collar crime? PGP.
Justifying early day drinking because you’ll probably get to bed at a decent hour. PGP.
They call it a “threat to the Supreme Leader’s dignity.” Okay.