The end of the workday Friday has run up on me like a semi running up behind an underpowered microbus on the interstate and I am seriously considering taking the offramp and getting the hell out of the way. Who cares I didn't get shit done this week and will have twice as much shit to get done next week. It's Friday. There's beer in the fridge at home and there ain't none here.
So let me leave with you with one of the many scenes that crossed my retina at the workplace this week, this one of the cooling towers in the countryside outside Chipville. Be careful for Smokey out there, the speed limit is six inches per nanosecond and though that ain't nearly fast enough, not these days, the law just won't allow you to go any faster.
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Chipville, babeeee. I gotta need for nanos.
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