You want to
go out?
“Yea!”
You want to
have fun?
“Yah!”
You want to
celebrate the
rewards of a
week
spent
fighting the good
fight?
“Hell ya!”
Too bad. It’s
Friday
morning and
you can’t.
“Aw, that’s
mean.”
Shut up and
eat your
porridge.
“But I don’t
even like
porridge.”
Eat it. Love
it.
Smear it on
your face.
“Okay, you’re
sort of losing me
on that one.”
You love
your porridge you naughty
weekday.
“Um, I think
I’m gonna go.”
Not yet you’re
not. Finish your
porridge.
“Fine. But
later I’m murdering you.”
Wooo!
Friday!
“Shh, you’re
making my porridge
nervous.”
Sorry. Eat
up. Shovel it down.
All of it.
In your face.
“Okaaaaaay…?”
Wooooooooo!!!
“Did you
know by putting the
words ‘Sex’
and ‘Fart’ in the title
will
increase readership?”
Porridge
Friday!!!!
Woooooooo-oooooo-ooooo-oooo!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Calm down,
jeeze.”
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