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Get Drunk For A Living

It’s Friday bitches and you know what that means!  An IV connected to my arm that is pumping 100 proof vodka into my veins to numb the work week I just endured. Lovely.  

I’m here to introduce you to my favorite show, Three Sheets.  If you’ve been to visit my “About” page, you’ll know that one of the jobs I would rather have is “Zane.” You may say, “Who the hell is Zane?”  Well, this post is going to shed that light for you.

Zane Lamprey is the host of Three Sheets.  The show where he travels the world and gets drunk.  On someone else’s dime.  All over the world he is getting wasted and meeting locals and drinking and having fun and drinking.  Sounds way more fun than my bullshit job.  But I digress.

Anyhow, the only way to see this ingenious show is to have access to the Mojo Channel.  Wha??  I’ve met one person who has this channel.  No one had ever heard of it!  This is blasphemy!  Everyone should be able to watch Zane!  Luckily, I have found a nice introductory montage for you to enjoy.  After you watch, call your cable provider immediately and demand the Mojo channel!  I promise you it is worth every second that you wait on hold to talk to somebody.  See for yourself:

I need to change my IV bag since I’m out of vodka, but you need to figure out a way to watch this show.  It is worth it!

And Zane (like you’d ever see this), if you ever need a sidekick, I can drink most men under the table and my passport is current.  I can leave at the drop of a hat.

Mabuhai!

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Commuters Are Fucking Crazy

I met my sister in Penn Station after work today to head to Jersey for the weekend. At 5:30, ULTIMATE RUSH HOUR.  On FRIDAY.  People that don’t live in NYC don’t really understand the insanity that goes on during this time of day in the busiest train hub in America.  Actually, scratch that.  Reverse it.  People that don’t live in NYC absolutely know all too well this kind of insanity.  It’s us that do live in NYC that don’t understand it, because we don’t have to do it everyday like the rest of them.  And let me tell you, IT IS FUCKING CRAZY.

I would rather have someone give me papercuts in my eyes and pull out my fingernails than have to deal with all that madness.  People just literally run at full speed, presumably trying to catch their train.  It doesn’t matter if you’re standing still in the middle of an empty space – THEY WILL RUN YOU OVER.  And then they’ll snarl back at you over their shoulder because that extra half a second it took to bump into you?  Well that’s the one half a second that might matter, and it will be all YOUR fault if they end up missing their ride.

And watch out for all the rolling luggage, JESUS!  You’ll lose a toe!  In fact, I bet most of these “regular” commuters only have like 3 toes, because they’ve all been CHOPPED off by rolling luggage.  It’s a serious health hazard, no one should be allowed to roll their luggage three feet behind them where they can’t fucking see it.

Thank god my sister had the beautiful idea to grab a few beers and drink them out of brown bags on the way home.  (We are such classy bitches.)  They really helped to calm me down.  Now that we’re here I’m drinking vodka straight from the bottle, and hoping that I don’t end up with a case of post traumatic stress disorder.

Thank god it’s Friday.

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