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It's Friday morning. You slept through your alarm. You just woke up next to someone you really shouldn't have. Your boss doesn't believe you are really sick when you try to avoid work for the fifth week in a row. The bathroom is covered in vomit. Your shoes are filthy. Your wallet is empty. You lost your phone. There are stains all over your clothes. Your eyes are red. The same stamp is all the way up your arm. The stench of alcohol sweat makes your stomach churn. You don't remember how you got home. There is a half-eaten Hungry Jack's burger on the table. Cigarette butts on the floor. Your life is a mess. Fuck you, Hot Damn!