Broke-Ass Porn: Happy Hour

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought:

Happy hour can brighten your day like a flashlight illuminating a dark room.  For some people it’s a way of blowing off steam after a long day of dealing with a boss who’s a fucking cocksucker.  For others it’s a way to get rid of the DT’s. Some people go just for the late afternoon companionship, while some go for the cheap drinks and food.  Whatever your reason for hitting up the HH, it’s quite alright with me.  Everyone needs a little sip now and then, hell just writing this makes me want to go to the fridge and get a beer.

Like I said above, everyone has their reason for going to happy hours, and do you know what mine is?  FREE food.  You’d be amazed at how many places there are to get your grub on during HH.  That’s why I put a section in the back of my books detailing the shit.  You should totally buy them….ugh….sorry for shilling right now, but I just can’t focus on writing anything interesting.  I’m leaving tomorrow to go to Mexico for ten days, so I’m sure you can understand why I’m a little distracted.

By the time you read this, me and the guy with the whistle and the bottle of tequila will be taking body shots off 18 year olds on spring break…Er…I mean I’ll be seeing Mayan ruins.  Fuck it, I’m out.