It’s Friday morning and the first three junk emails in my inbox all pertain to partaking in consuming large amounts of alcoholic beverages. With subjects like, ‘cocktails injected with a needle’ and ‘a barrell of your own custom whiskey’ I feel as though my gmail account must think I’m either a raging alcoholic or a freshman at UGA preparing for a typical weekend of drunken debauchery and douchebagness. Unfortunately, my life is a whole lot less exciting and I won’t likely be stumbling across any club parking lots in a drunken stupor peeing on the side of a building because the line to the club ladies room is too long for an overfull drunk bladder to withstand. I also won’t be crying because I lost my purse or waking up with my cheek plastered to the rim of a waffle house toilet at 4am. Damn. I’m really missing out on the good life, aren’t I? At least I can live out a night at the club in my mind while at my desk this morning and imagine the joys of fist pumping amongst 364 other sweaty inebriated souls thanks to this smooth mix from our favorite face punching DJ Michael Bisping. There is no better way to start off a Friday at work then to put on some sunglasses at your desk, click play and turn up!
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