Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Total freaking buzzkill

Sipping on beer and digging on some good southern rock like this:



And then work calls you up and asks if you can be at the office at 0700. And the office is three and half hours away. And you have to drive another five hours or so to get to the boat. Killed my good time real quick.

Gotta make that dollar, though.

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