I frequently showed up to my first post-college office job armed with a Hardy’s breakfast sandwhich and a raging hangover. Most of my co-workers knew Wednesday nights were dollar beer night and that I likely had a $7 tab.
I no longer go out on weekdays, because I’m a professional and I spend my evenings writing blog posts and coming up with t-shirt ideas that I will likely write off as tax losses. But if I did attempt to late night with the college folk, I doubt I’d be quite as endearing at 8 a.m. as I was at age 22.
AGE vs. MATURITY. Dear God, Please Let the Hottest Man Win
P.S. If you have a bad neck, I’m sorry.
P.P.S. This was not my only Microsoft Paint Studio masterpiece tonight. I also drew this for an upcoming post:
