Riddle me this? How the fuck do I transition from the sun soaked island of Aruba with white sandy beaches, crystal aquamarine water, Miami vice with an extra shot of rum, random rouge iguanas, cool ocean breezes, pulled pork sliders with the tiny fried onions, a bottomless cup of Balashi brew, talking parrots, accompanied by 150 of my oldest and newest closest friends to…

an overly fluorescent lit, air-conditioned office with retards I wouldn’t extinguish with my pee if their assholes caught fire… and NOT want to kill myself???

Aruba my love, I miss you. :(

 

 

Seamless transition.