Last day of the week treat,
A sundae on Friday;
Various ice cream flavors all you can eat,
Indulge all day,
As you slog away in your seat.
Great way to end the work week.
Friday
Close to Closing
Solve a problem now?
Late afternoon humdinger
Just before closing.
5 ‘til 5 P.M.,
Weekend about to begin;
Leave it for Monday.
Why am I still here?
Should have left right after lunch;
I woke up too late.
Grinnin’ Green
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Is that cabbage between your teeth? Guinness on the breath? Corned beef dancing on your lip? Join the parade and get thee to the pub to celebrate . . .
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Libation Nation
Drink and be merry,
Happy Hour starts at five sharp,
Or any time today.
From draft to craft beer,
Whiskies, daiquiris, coolers,
Liqueurs, wines, and more
Thirst quenchers galore,
Choose your poison, fill ‘er up,
Slurp until you burp.
TGIF
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Friday here at last
The countdown started Monday
Party begins now.
Hairific: Fried Day
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A Series of Ludicrously Bad Hair Days, Day 5, see Day 4
[Poetry dominates short story]
A man known as Cowlick comes out of the one restroom and raises his voice, “There’s no fire. I, uh, I lit a match because . . . to freshen the air. . .” He scowls at the woman known as Singed, who stands close to the restroom, speaking directly to her. “I didn’t know we have a human smoke detector.”
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Friday Fright at Frank’s
The fridge is empty; the oven is cold. Looks like no one is making dinner tonight. Brad decides to go to his friend’s house next door. Brad’s been known to drop by Frank’s house at odd hours. He rings the doorbell, but no one answers. He knocks on the door, which swings open. Continue reading
Karina Pinella 
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