Now that I work 50 hours a week, and all my time off together at one time, this is the fastest that life has ever past for me. I blink Thursday, and it's Monday.
I can't imagine trying to have kids, I don't even have time to figure out if I am grown up yet.
I cannot tell you how blindly jealous I am of all the people I know that are going to the Great American Beer Festival in Denver. I sound like the annoying guy of "Hey, guys, I'm cool, let me comment on everything you post
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