I'd rather insert a Sharpie into my urethra than sit here for another twenty-six minutes drooling over the the notion of a six-pack of Lone Star and a night at the pool.
Friday afternoons after four post meridian at this job is the most boring, mindless experience of my week.
Twenty-five minutes remaining.
Friday afternoons after four post meridian at this job is the most boring, mindless experience of my week.
Twenty-five minutes remaining.
