The Last Two Hours

Typically, the last 2 hours of work on a Friday are the longest.  The day drags, and quitting time seems like it'll never happen.

But today, it flew by.

Not because I was super busy.  Or the phones were ringing off the hook.

No, it went by quickly because LC, our new hire K & I sat around shooting the breeze.

We talked about girls, drinking, sex, words on Urban Dictionary, guns, poop, music, and just about anything else that popped in our heads.

Hanging with the guys is always fun.

And educational.

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