What Kind Of Fuckery Are We

21 Sep

Going out with a group of people from the shop on a Friday is a mistake. It ends up being a dysfunctional bitch session where I stare off into the distance and smoke a pack of cigarettes that taste like ass, wishing I was anywhere but there. I already know the traffic department is effed up. I know our new editor is beautiful. This is readily apparent to me during work hours – I don’t need to rehash it over beer and shots. But I do like when everyone gets drunk and thinks they have the next best ad campaign idea. I heard some brilliant things tonight, including one brilliant concept featuring a donkey and a socialite. Priceless.

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