Stays up all night working on thesis:
Ten more pages and then I will shower!
Looks for a job at Goldman Sachs:
I’m just doing finance for two years. Then I’ll work for a nonprofit. I promise.
Fall asleep at some point, and wake up not knowing where they are:
Hi, I'm Charles. Nice to meet you. Umm, where did we put my pants? Also, is this Lowell or Quincy?
Grandpa, you can't keep walking away like that. I know, I know. That building used to be a forest, but you can't urinate on it.
Worry about the hereafter: hell at age 22 or after 80-something years?
Umm, I’m still exploring my options. I might just work as an elf and chill for a year.
Honey, I’m probably going to hell. I’ve done a lot of missed up stuff. Remember that time with the puppies...?
Stays up all night watching “The Price Is Right”:
These fools always overbid. There’s no way an Oreck vacuum would cost that much.
Looks for a tube of Gold Bond ointment:
That damn rash is back again, honey. Where’s the cream?
It’s a Bee-sy Time of Year AgainAs we dip the apple in honey and wish each other a sweet and productive new year, we would all do well to remember that the golden goodness with which we coat our fruit is in fact the culmination of the efforts of millions of honeybees that are foraging away to produce just a few drops of nature’s sweet elixir.