Not just god. Every single deity on this small little planet we call Earth. The cow, Buddha, Ala, you name it, thank it. It's Friday; celebrate. Get drizunk. Convince the boss to implement beer:30--please! This has been a really long week, for everyone, even that dude that holds a sign on the corner of 7th and Madison (he's been workin' it hard this week). Even the hookers down on first have been pulling OT. Damn. It really has been a rough week.
So please, find the nearest kneeling spot, wall of prayer, temple of heaven, pagoda, or various other portal to a higher power. Stroke your four-leaf clovers, hold your silver crusafix, waive your book of Mormon (grab the hands of your numerous wives), put your hands up and SHOUT!
It's Friday. I'm glad. I'm tired. Is this day over yet? Seacrest out!
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I feel the opposite way. I love work. I love working. It's the first thing you learn as a beet farmer "love thy beets and love working thy land."
We should come up with a "safe" word for the office.. anytime you're feeling threatened you say the "safe" word.. maybe something like "swashbuckle".. I like that one.
I'd prefer "money beets."
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