me: whew weekend's almost here...
bank account: you know what, why don't you work a catering event friday night
me: no...i don't really like the sound of that
bee keeper convention: guess what, we're holding a convention in clemson so you get to be open on saturday
me: wait, what? no no, buzz off
greenville: you know you wanna head my way for the weekend
my bed: i feel like we're growing apart. you don't have time for me anymore.
pajamas: i miss your body. how bout we hook up early friday night...what the heck, let's go crazy and have a threesome with your bed all saturday morning too
golds: hey what about body pump saturday morning! you ate a lot of cookies today.
me: i'm sorry guys. i can't. apparently i volunteered myself to work a catering event. and apparently i'm dragging my butt to work on saturday morning.
yuck!
i hope there's some peace and quiet at the pool sunday cuz imma get my veg out on
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