We have arrived. Friday afternoon. We have uncorked three bottles of Two Buck Chuck here in the office, which means there will be one bottle left for everybody but me to share, while I double fist these bad boys until I can’t remember by third cousin’s middle name. This is the time to give a big eff you to the man and a think about a more romantic eff you with the nice looking ladies.
It’s Friday, the day among all other days when we celebrate the bountiful harvest of heaping chestal treats that truly make life worth living. Flesh puppies on the front end of simply amazing looking women like Emma Frain, who even in her spooky boy shorts is sending out all kinds of fertility vibes. At least, she’s preparing a million and one men at the moment to go forth and multiple. It would be impolite to resist. So I shant. Thank God It’s Funbags!