Hey, It's Friday

It is the one day of the week where stating repeatedly what day of the week it is serves as a sufficient response to pretty much everything. You can tell people the day of the week in a revelationary and excited tone, like as a response to a greeting or even just a reminder to other people about how retarded you're going to act later tonight. I shall give you illuminous examples now:
  • Walking in to work, as a general announcement: "WHOO IT'S FRIDAY!" (but don't smack your coworkers' ass, that's going too far)
  • On everyone's Facebook: "yay it's Friday, can't wait to get my party on." (or some such "cool" synonymous term, as clearly I don't "get my party on" much)
  • When asked how you are: "dude, it's Friday."
  • When asked how you feel, as it looks like your body is stiff and sore: "f*ck you, it's Friday."
  • Getting home from work: "where's my brewsky, it's Friday!" 
  • When asked why the hell you seriously just said that: "well you do look like you stepped into a wind tunnel. But...it's Friday?"
  • On being arrested after all those brewskys: "BUT IT'S FRIDAY!"

Admittedly, I have no idea who says "brewsky," but I imagine most of the college students living in the complex say that, simply because it seems like the sort of moronic thing someone who walks around saying "it's Friday!" would also say, and plus it amuses me to think I'm poking fun of all of them in such a way. Oh I really burned them!

In special honor of today, here's a song:

How many times have you heard "it's Friday" today? Seriously. Our entire culture is mentally handicapped. Praise Jesus, pass the ammunition, it's Friday.

For some reason though, when I woke up this morning, I was thinking long and hard about something that wasn't Friday, believe it or not. I was thinking of a bacon avocado cheeseburger. Not a specific one purchased from a specific location; no, I was just thinking of the idea of a bacon avocado cheeseburger. Real Theory of Forms stuff here. The perfect bacon avocado cheeseburger.

I'm going to eat one for lunch. Not because it's Friday. Although I'm sure I'll get a lot of support for it because of the day.

Oh hey, did I share this picture with you yet? God bless MS Paint.
I love this raccoon-woman so much
Now, getting back to whatever it was I was talking about...wait, what was I talking about? It's Friday. Pffft. I don't have to remember this properly, it's f*cking Friday, after all. That means important things. I'm going to ask Sassy if she'll let me paint her body later. Ask me about it sometime.


  1. OMG IT'S FRIDAYOctober 1, 2010 at 11:20 AM


  2. I'm allergic to avocados, but I still eat them.
    They burn and close my wind pipe, hahaha.

  3. Sorry, body painting is only on Tuesdays. Speaking of which, now we need to write a blog about the day of the week that EVERYONE EATS TACOS. It's like a weekly national holiday...at least in SoCal.

  4. Did you know it is Friday today? Anyway, that means I am getting my freak on later tonight. Just wanted to tell you! It's also #FF on twitter!


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