"Fry"day

You know you’re a fast food junkie when you can tell where a person picked up lunch simply by the smell of his or her fries.

You know you’re a beer junkie when you can tell a domestic beer simply by the color.

You know you’re a plain 'ol junkie when you can tell the quality of the weed simply by the seed count.

All true observations from the day... and why the fuck am I still working past 3:30 on a Friday. Fuck, man, fuck.