Scrolling Through Instagram at Work During Fourth of July Weekend

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ard. Thanks, but fuck you. Fuck you, river rope swing. Fuck you, double rainbow. You don’t mean shit. Fuck you, sweet old couple waving tiny flags at a parade. Fuck you, fresh garden greens. Fuck you, black coffee at a lighthouse. Fuck you, comic books on a dock. Fuck you, sparklers. The dry hump of fireworks. Fuck you, PROMO CODE 15% OFF EVERYTHING FREE SHIPPING Fuck you, adult boogie boarding. Fuck you, beach fire pit. Fuck you, stoked radical kitesurfer. Fuck you, roller coaster. Fuck you, Bernie boxers. Fuck you, infant Uncle Sam. You’ll be drunk in twelve years. Fuck you, watermelon salad. Fuck you, craft fucking soda. Fuck you, lobsters in a tank. Dead man walking. Fuck you, yoga pose. Who’s the bootlicker taking these pictures? Fuck you, “I’m on a boat.”

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Fuck you, patriotic pastries. Fuck you, freedom fries. Fuck you, bandana headband. You’re not fooling anyone, narc. Fuck you, beers in a bucket. Fuck you, toes in the sand. Fuck you, fly fishing. Fuck you, rainy day Monopoly. Fuck you, sand dollar. Your name’s a lie. Fuck you, Eiffel Tower. Just fucking knock it off already. Fuck you, with your nails did. Fuck you, guitars on a lazy porch. Fuck you, beach-reading book pile. Fuck you, bowed blue horizon where ocean meets sky. Fuck you, Maine. Learn how to vote. Fuck you, Old Glory popsicles. Fuck you, Arlington headstones. We get it. Fuck you, blurry fireworks. Seriously? Go home, you’re drunk.If you agree, please hit that green heart button down below. Thanks!</article></body>

Scrolling Through Instagram at Work During Fourth of July Weekend

Fuck you, clambake. Fuck you, corn on the fucking cob. Fuck you, boat wake. I woke up at five-fucking-thirty to get here by eight. Fuck you, pirate looking at a tall ship through binoculars. Fuck you, sunset silhouette. Fuck you, dog in a swimming hole. Fuck you, Shark Week. Fuck you, ‘Merica. No one’s laughing. Fuck you, bow tie. Fuck you right in the neck. Fuck you, Christo and your carrot-carpet piers. Fuck you, Star Spangled Banner bikini. Fuck you, ballpark hot dog. Fuck you, disc golf. Fuck you, lifeguard. Thanks, but fuck you. Fuck you, river rope swing. Fuck you, double rainbow. You don’t mean shit. Fuck you, sweet old couple waving tiny flags at a parade. Fuck you, fresh garden greens. Fuck you, black coffee at a lighthouse. Fuck you, comic books on a dock. Fuck you, sparklers. The dry hump of fireworks. Fuck you, PROMO CODE 15% OFF EVERYTHING FREE SHIPPING Fuck you, adult boogie boarding. Fuck you, beach fire pit. Fuck you, stoked radical kitesurfer. Fuck you, roller coaster. Fuck you, Bernie boxers. Fuck you, infant Uncle Sam. You’ll be drunk in twelve years. Fuck you, watermelon salad. Fuck you, craft fucking soda. Fuck you, lobsters in a tank. Dead man walking. Fuck you, yoga pose. Who’s the bootlicker taking these pictures? Fuck you, “I’m on a boat.” Fuck you, patriotic pastries. Fuck you, freedom fries. Fuck you, bandana headband. You’re not fooling anyone, narc. Fuck you, beers in a bucket. Fuck you, toes in the sand. Fuck you, fly fishing. Fuck you, rainy day Monopoly. Fuck you, sand dollar. Your name’s a lie. Fuck you, Eiffel Tower. Just fucking knock it off already. Fuck you, with your nails did. Fuck you, guitars on a lazy porch. Fuck you, beach-reading book pile. Fuck you, bowed blue horizon where ocean meets sky. Fuck you, Maine. Learn how to vote. Fuck you, Old Glory popsicles. Fuck you, Arlington headstones. We get it. Fuck you, blurry fireworks. Seriously? Go home, you’re drunk.

If you agree, please hit that green heart button down below. Thanks!