For lunch, BP and I decided to meet up downtown with Pigpen. The locale of our rendezvous was non other than the Dan McGuinness Irish pub. So yeah all of us have to go back to work, but of course we had to have some brew. Pigpen is a homo for going to a fucking Irish pub and ordering a club sandwich. What kind of fruitcake does that. I mean if it isn't chicken strips or a hamburger, or you can't order it from a clown's mouth he won't eat it. No culture.... After telling many stories and talking shit about people (pretty much a mainstay for me). We all headed back to work where i was promptly afflicted by the itis and a debillitating desire to pass out at my desk.
And i think BP is gonna try to lay pipe to the GILF in the office.
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