Today is Thursday. That means free lunch for the attorneys so they can congregate and defecate...out their mouths about their work. After they're done the rest of us get to go upstairs and scavenge anything leftover. Dignity is sacrificed for free lunch and a couple of saved dollars. Do I partake in this slightly demeaning display of hierarchy? Oh hell yes. But today the other scavengers beat me to it and I ended up getting a gyro from across the street - and it was fucking bomb. Tank that, attorney lunch bitches!
Last weekend was a trip! The bando took a trip to LA. Biggest bro-fest time of my life. Maybe if I had a wiener and more testosterone, I would've dodged the rash that I got on my arm. I think that was the bro gods damning me. Otherwise it was a great time full of awkwardly matched band line-ups at the venue, platters of raw meat, Marilyn Monroe's grave and wheelchair extravaganzas.
