It’s Friday, 4:00, congrats, you’ve almost done it. The continual beating you take with each passing week from corporate America is about to be put on pause for two glorious days. A weekend packed with light -hearted pleasure followed by a Sunday morning of regret, anxiety and possibly a shot of penicillin. Until you embark on the journey that is post college, you just don’t realize just how precious the weekend truly is. Yet, here you sit anxiously in your cubicle awaiting that everlasting clock to strike 5.  The countdown begins as you await the shackles of employment being ripped from upon you thus releasing you into the wild. Like a caterpillar blossoming into a butterfly, the office jockey you were MondayFriday suddenly evolves into a monster no office setting can fathom: The Booze Hound. Fueled by a relentless scent for the weekend, intoxication mixed with pleasure seeking adventures; the defiled animal you become has zero regard for it’s actions Monday morning. The Booze Hound does not trouble itself with the responsibilities of tomorrow. Instead, it plunges itself deep into the abyss of that drug we all call life. It’s 5:01 p.m. my Booze Hounds; get ready for some late night howling. Booze Hound tanks available in our Store section, snag one and join the dog pack. Fast and free shipping as always

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Written by DGD