Friday morning finger blaster.

Friday mornings are notoriously difficult for me, today is the day of the week I can’t call in sick or pretend I’m busy. I contemplated driving my car into a tree at a high rate of speed , but I need it to get laid later so I guess I have to go to work. In the spirit of getting my ass in the shower I am throwing this classic tale of love and domestic tolerance on the phonograph and cranking the volume to 11.

Here comes the weekend, remember to get food when you stop for beer on the way home today.