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Most days of the week you're just, like, I don't even want to play, do we seriously have to play? This game is stupid. (I'm speaking metaphorically here. OK? Stay with me.) But then Fridays it is just like, sure, you know what, fine, you wore me down, it seems like there is no way getting out of this, so if you want to play, let's play, we will even do a little pre-game sassy dance around the living room in our t-shirt because at a certain point you just have to understand that the game is the game and we all have to play it. It is at this point that your older brother (metaphor: God) puts his entire life savings (metaphor: $125) on the living room carpet and challenges you to grab as much of it as you can, but in that taunting tone that God always uses but this time you're just like taunt away, you've been taunting us all week, we are used to it by now. And then He in all his infinite wisdom throws the money in the air and it's just, like, BOOM! IT'S FRIDAY, BITCH! WHAT? NOW WHAT? UNHHHH! Right? Isn't that just what it's like? It is so like that. (Via Reddit.)
