I feel young. Wild. Free.
Look at me, bitches! I’m flipping off the establishment!
Screw you, responsibility and adulthood! I’m a modern day Peter Pan! (If Peter Pan spent 40 hours per week in a cubicle farm, that is.)
Khakis and dress shoes be damned. Today, I’m dressing down. Today, it’s jeans and sneakers. Because today? Today, my friends … is
Yeah, baby! Today, I’m sticking it to The Man!
(With his permission, of course.)
(Thank you, sir. May I have another?)