My last job we got Friday beers if we hit our weekly team goal. It was a nice treat the last half hour of the shift. That place sucked and I’m glad I left. Now I just have a shower Fridays after work instead.

Yeah, I don’t know why people equate this scenario with “fun.”

This take, so hard.

I keep a fridge full of beer in my office. My wife’s former boss kept 6 bottles of bourbon in his. I don’t see the big deal as long as when you’re drinking it either A) at the end of the day, B) a Friday afternoon, especially in the summer, or C) you’re not getting hammered. Or, there’s always D) you are frustrated as…

My office does a yearly summer “picnic” where we all go outside, grill some burgers and brats, people bring in desserts and side dishes, and the office pays for drinks: soda, beer, hard lemonades, etc. They always buy more than they need to, and the alcohol just goes in the fridge in the breakroom. We’re told that…

I agree.

This 100%. 

At my last job, we drank whiskey (neat) at the end of Friday. I quit that job and I don’t miss it. I don’t like whiskey neat now.

who says pleasure can’t be productive ha ha 

Maybe 23 and Me could do a two-fer? Test for the Racist Bone AND the Master Race Gene™?

“Although the virus does not infect the digestive system, I am still conducting research on a potential therapy for emergency situations that involves someone slapping the shit out of racists.”

During my senior year of college, myself and my friend ended up with paid internships. We were about a mile apart from each other. On Friday afternoons, we would meet up for lunch since we could actually afford it. We went to a food court in downtown Philadelphia in a building at the time was the second tallest…

Woody’s Bar and Grill, a converted WWII Quonset hut in Mineral Wells TX, maybe 15 years ago or so, had a fucking crevasse in the floor and wall right next to the single men’s urinal. Went in one night and a guy is lying on the floor puking into it. But I had to go, so with some careful footwork and precise aim... missi…

That sounds quite European. They’re on the cutting edge of sexual exploration, you know.

Everyone knows Hobbes is the superior comic strip cat.  

I’m gonna celebrate by mailing Nermal to Abu Dhabi.

There’s an episode of Black Mirror that explores the premise.

Presumably, if you’re in the google ecosystem, you’re not just using gmail. I’m a more extreme example, but I use Drive (the entire suite of applications including storage), have an android, use maps, keep, etc. They could probably replace me with my robot and no one would notice... 

It wouldn’t have happened if he still had Clippy installed.

Are Drew’s weekly stoned ramblings going to become a regular feature? Because sign me the fuck up for this every Thursday.