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Another day, another dime, huh?
Gimme one of them fancy beers. No I don& #39;t care which. Jeez.
Time to sparkle, darlings!
Back to the usual.
Fuhgeddaboudit.
How & #39;bout them sports, huh?
Weekend plans? I& #39;m goin to my villa in the fuckin Hamptons. Whadda you think.
Ya gotta have a routine. Keeps ya from goin insane.
Never mind "Thirsty Thursday", just gimme a beer.
TGI Whaddeva, amirite?
You wanna take this outside, pally?
They say the first sign is when ya lose ya sense of taste. Well this tastes like a beer to me.
With all due respect, what keeps me comin back ain& #39;t the service.
Hey! Where& #39;s tha damn head?
I swear I heard this one yellin my name.
What was it that Spacey guy said? "This is the highlight of my day"?
Stick a fork in me, I& #39;m done.
Ahhh. Like a deep tissue massage for the soul.
Puttin my feet up and they ain& #39;t comin down til Tuesday.
Looks like you& #39;re stuck with me for another few weeks.
Goin gastro, huh? Hope I can still afford to drink here.
Delivery! You want I should sign for this?
Lager? I hardly know her!
Make it a double. In fact, leave the bottle.
Beer me. Do people still say "beer me"? Well *I& #39;m* sayin it: beer me.
A cold one today? You& #39;re spoilin me, chief.
Yeah this is continuing under Phase 1. You bet your ass I checked.
The suits are having a conference call in the bar so I& #39;m drinking in the yard like a shnook.
Better late than thirsty.
A frozen glass? Would ya let it go.
Hoo hah!
You got the beer, I got the thirst: let& #39;s dance.
Gimme five hundred cc& #39;s of brain coolant, stat!
I got all the sunshine I need right here.
This beer is weekend-adjacent.
Work is for mugs.
For me? Ya shouldn& #39;ta!
Even the sight of it is relaxing.
Say yo& #39; prayers, thirst.
Order up!
It& #39;s sorta like a deep breathing exercise, only betta.
Current status: cross-eyed and parched.
Decompressing. Stand by.
How& #39;s my tab lookin?
Throwback Thursday? You bet it is.
I& #39;m gonna count to three, then it had BETTER be the weekend.
The vacation countdown starts here.
Yeah I got something to celebrate: the end of Tuesday.
It& #39;s beer weather. And by that I mean "weather".
You ain& #39;t gonna kick me out after 105 minutes are ya?
I got three words for you, bub: out, of, office.
Ya didn& #39;t let someone else sit here while I was away, did ya?
Happiness is... (part 1)
Gentlemen prefer blondes.
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Hey there, frothy!
Hi honey, I& #39;m home! Still. Obviously.
Taking the al fresco option while it& #39;s there.
Nowhere to go, nothing to do, and that& #39;s fine.
Always here for me.
The first gulp is the deepest.
Joe Wicks quit, huh? Guess this is the only daily workout on the internet now.
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Let& #39;s see if any of this looks better with a beer or two on board.
Somehow the Monday one always feels like more of a victory than the other four.
The part of the day when things become clear again.
Maybe... maybe I should just drink these.
Nah.
Nah.
tfw ur supervisor pulls the bird& #39;s tail and u slide down a brontosaurus& #39;s tail into ur foot-propelled car
Drink up! It ain& #39;t gonna get no colder!
Another thirst bites the dust.
IPA Day my ass.
Calling an end to this shitty week. Let& #39;s take a breather before starting the next one.
Time to wrap myself around this bad boy.
The curse of the drinking classes is lifted for another day.
It took serious effort to pause long enough to photograph this.
That& #39;s not a day for working late.
Get down off the damn bar! You& #39;ll have this place shut down!
Host it in the cloud, they said. More reliable in the cloud, they said. Why I oughtta...
Aaaand stretch, 2, 3, 4...
Here& #39;s to you.
I would like to take the opportunity to express my fondness for this beer.
Fizzing away today& #39;s stresses.
There may not be many outdoor beers left this year so you better believe I& #39;m taking this one.
One more level to beat before I get to see this week& #39;s end sequence.
After-work beer with the boys.
This workman& #39;s friend.
Recovering from a bad dose of just-gonna-finish-this-one-thing.
Got the first indication today of when these beers will end. Do I hear bulldozers outside?
Seems it& #39;s insisting on being one of *those* weeks.
This week needs a damn chaser, I tell you what.
Happy Labor Day to my fellow blue-collar stiffs.
The unexpected return of t-shirt weather. I& #39;ll take it.
Drink your cares away. Worry& #39;s for another day.
Coming up for air by sitting down for beer.
Commuted to and from work today so I don& #39;t really deserve this. But I deserve this.
Close the laptop and stumble to the kitchen,
Pour myself a glass of perdition.
Pour myself a glass of perdition.
The grown-up version of throwing down my schoolbag in the hall.
There is a significant probability that after this beer I will have another beer.
Better start me a new tab.
All the beer and no idea.
Today& #39;s after-work beer is brought to you by the letter ahhhhhhh.
Today& #39;s after-work beer is brought to you by the letter arrrrrrgh!
On vacation next week so you& #39;ll have to find some other working stiff to push around.
