F.A.F.

It’s Friday. (Actually, it’s 8:19 Thursday night as I write this. Which means I’m technologically advanced enough to know how to ‘post date’/schedule a blog post, people. So much win. Also, so much wine. Oh, Jesus, stop it, Bev.) But I’m tired. I don’t have time or energy to try to be funny. I’ve got wine to consume and backs of eyelids to study. Therefore, I’m breaking out one of the big guns. AKA: a F.A.F. which needs nothing extra. A F.A.F. that speaks for itself. A F.A.F. OG/Original Gangster, much like Bruce and his pal. A F.A.F. I’d probably actually ruin with my witty ridiculous banter.

 

 

Happy weekend, folks. (I highly recommend you save this picture somehow for when you’re having a shit day. Because it’s a llama wearing a scarf. Or an alpaca. We’ve already established that I have no idea. Either way, this picture is a F.A.F. Hall of Famer)

-Beverly