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man. sometimes, the things that you think are hilarious when you're drunk are not half as funny as you thought they were when you wake up the next day. not even a fraction. 3.5 hours of sleep bys, not bad. i made $25 for three hours of work, drank five free beer, had some great chats, physically forced a drunk old man who was smoking in the bar out the door (hypocrisy baby), etc.
a can of cola erupted in my purse on my way to work, soaking everything inside and creating a reservoir of cola at the bottom of my purse. i was some bitter. at least i had a tampon on hand, which i used to soak up the cola (more than half a can!). holy absorbancy. i can already tell that this day is going to be just wonderful. at least 11pm should cheer me up. and it will be just what i needed, as always.
because...
that's some nastyass pixelation.
a can of cola erupted in my purse on my way to work, soaking everything inside and creating a reservoir of cola at the bottom of my purse. i was some bitter. at least i had a tampon on hand, which i used to soak up the cola (more than half a can!). holy absorbancy. i can already tell that this day is going to be just wonderful. at least 11pm should cheer me up. and it will be just what i needed, as always.
because...
that's some nastyass pixelation.