The Weekend

Since the last few posts have been about days of the week, it is only fair to speak of your gun shooting, beer loving, mad driving cousins who pick you up at your office doors at 5:00 sharp in their beat up old pickup truck. You jump into the truck box with your briefcase in hand, tie flying in your accelerated jump over the side, yelling "To Women, to Bar, to Freedom and beyond". Of course the key is to hang onto the truck as your cousins peel out leaving rubber, smoke, and whatever you had for lunch trailing off behind. Your first stop is the bar to thank the world for giving you such fine cousins. The rest of the weekend is kind of a blur, but 2 days of blur is better than 5 days of office boredom. Boy I miss those guys.

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