god, sometimes the weekends just start to eat away at whats left of your withered alcohol soaked soul. It’s even hard to find out where to begin but i think it all has to start with that case of Corona we picked up at Costco…
My once clean desk is now littered with Corona bottles, complete with limes at different levels decomposition floating in the bottoms.
Last night, seconds before i was about to go to sleep, ian walks in the door. I yell “Wes!” and point at Ian. Ian responds that his name is Ian, i turn off the TV and go to bed.
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