Your Late

Oh my god, what time is it?

I'm late again, this sucks

Where's my other shoe? fuck!

I need a drink-god damn!



Did i get gas last night?

Oh, well, roll the dice

Ha-ha, i gotta to to vegas soon

I really miss those wonderful casinos

And friendly people



Fuck, i hate those people

In the carpool lane

We carpool, oooo, go fuck yourself

I'm probably fired already, shit

Oh, well

Only nine more hours

Till dollar drafts

And free meatballs

You're late


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