Some Fridays pass like they were invented as “normal” days while some of them arrives and tell you “Hi friend, you made good this week, whatever others tell you” – Today is Friday of the second sort. If it was possible I would run from work 17h00, beam me home and sleep until Monday morning 05h00 not doin’ a fu***** thing.

And I want t cat


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