it's monday. which means tomorrow's tuesday. i don't work. i don't have shit to do (well, i'm going to threaten to sue a hair salon, but that's old news.) so what do i do now? why, what else? get drunk!
this is college, after all.
The script:
Me: "Brian, I want you to know my intentions are entirely unvirtuous."
Brian: "Oh."
(mad fucking commences.)
Yes, that's how it would be. Had I any ([insert one:] smoothness, luck, ability to work it, etc.)
that is all for now.