Cocktails

Dear Asshole,

I hate you because you ruin my Sunday nights. Somewhere around 4pm I realize that I have to go to work on Monday and the only way I can deal with that and knowing I’ll have to see you is by drinking heavily. 

I quit. If for no reason other than to save what’s left of my liver. 

You’re the human equivalent of a used condom, 

*******

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One Response to “Cocktails”

  1. Chicago Aku Aku Says:

    Your stuff is absolutely fucking marvelous. You make me want to kick by boss in his nuts, twice. I once thought about calling my boss into a conference room, slamming my face against the table and claiming that he did it. But, I sobered up.

    I added you to my blogroll. Let me know if thats Ok with you. I don’t want you as an enemy.

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