Tuesday, July 21, 2009

it's five o'clock somewhere

PoJay and I have a shared paranoia of people finding out that we've been drinking during lunch. The best example was during a particular event, and we found each other and were guiltily whispering if we thought they thought we might have been drinking.

This poem is an ode to that. Good luck, and we all wish you the best!

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