Loverboy Lied to Me.

Ah… Friday. You’ve lived all week for it. What will you do? Will you go out and flex at the bar? Will you piss away your paycheck to drop panties? Or will you follow my lead? Go home. Put on your jammies. Nestle into your favorite spot as you wipe the corporate cum from your face and say you’re grateful.  Dissociate for the next two days before you put on your whore make-up and open wide. Because the carrot they dangle is just a dick that’s painted orange.