What's up Tuesday morning?
Like a bitchy cousin that just doesn't get the hint that Thanksgiving dinner is over, your St. Patrick's Day has left a wicked hangover in place of your normal Tuesday morning. Your co-workers are talking too loud, your coffee tastes like poison, and your tongue is covered in some as yet identified form of animal fur.
This morning sucks. And the only thing that can truly express how terribly this morning feels is this GIF gallery of classic video game moments.
Why are the lights so bright in here?
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What's up Tuesday morning?
Like a bitchy cousin that just doesn't get the hint that Thanksgiving dinner is over, your St. Patrick's Day has left a wicked hangover in place of your normal Tuesday morning. Your co-workers are talking too loud, your coffee tastes like poison, and your tongue is covered in some as yet identified form of animal fur.
This morning sucks. And the only thing that can truly express how terribly this morning feels is this GIF gallery of classic video game moments.
Why are the lights so bright in here?
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Waking up doesn't seem like it's going to be that bad. Sadly, this will be the highpoint of your day.
Your head has never known such exquisite pain.
This is what's happening to every single of one of your major organs. Thank the Jameson shots.
The sunlight burns with the power of million dying stars. You're pretty sure this is death.
If you don't get out of bed now, this will surely be your end.
You make your way to the bathroom and there's a man-shaped turd staring at you from the mirror. You're a monster.
Maybe a shower will help...
You briefly entertain the idea of having a drink, if only to stop the Biblical agony thundering in your head.
The day will be spent avoiding co-workers.
You're very seriously considering leaving work right now.
Your boss is reading your mind and you're fucking trapped.
It would be great if everyone fucked right off forever.
You're slowly starting to realize that life is a meaningless series of repeated tasks and that everything you believe in is a lie.
St. Patrick's Day was one bad idea after another.
There's a good chance you started some shit last night.
The shame is real. You hope to god nobody puts you on blast for whatever dumb shit you did.
You've never been thirstier in your entire life.
Your living room has never felt more inviting. Fuck today and every holiday that features green as a central theme.
You vow to never drink again, even though today can still go firmly fuck itself.
