Greasing the wheel. He hated that saying. Lines like that definitely weren't thinking
outside the fucking box. Friday meeting at four, the greatest idea ever. He sat, fingered the handouts and thought briefly about what made a man happy. Vodka soda, five fifteen? Chrisssakes that wasn't happiness. Whiskey sour at five seventeen? Now that's happiness.
Ha! No fear the irony might be lost with this--we live to struggle onward so we can live to struggle onward, always assuming we'll arrive somewhere better than the night before the next freakin day...perfect 55, Corey, and so good to see you helping us out with that kickass weekend thing.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to know what makes a man happy. Can anything fill that void?
ReplyDeleteAnd then some more when it's wine o'clock.
ReplyDeleteYeah. That's never ending happiness :)
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