Finally Friday.
Friday, end of the week or just two days from Monday? I hate to rain on your parade, but the drums are killing me. Whoo Hoo, Friday, go out and get smashed, wasted, obliterated, stoned, high, low, mellow, wound up until it takes until Monday to feel normal. The weekend is shot to hell with the mother of all hangovers. “Oh, wow, ain’t doing that again until next Friday!” The great American exuberance, “oh what the hell, one won’t hurt me!” The trouble is that one is the one too many. We are out... Sign in to see full entry.