All right. I know it's Tuesday, and you've all got to get up at the crack of six tomorrow to shuffle off to your respective labor and reeducation pods like good little bees, but - hear me out.
You deserve something better tonight than gathering around your ho-hum table and making like you care what Junior's day was like while pretending to enjoy your cold-in-the-middle casserole or feigning appreciation for how hard your spouse works at their Very Important Job. Break out of your boring little nuclear hives! Mix it up! Fly free for an evening! Shake your tail over at the Rendezvous Ballroom - I'll be there, and it'll be a drag without you. Come see where it's at. Come hang with the crowd. Come be a
part of something, and see how much better it feels than spending yet another hour around your godforsaken radios with your cream of mushroom families. Come dance Tuesday away, and when Wednesday shows its ugly face, dance it right out the door, too!
And when your boss complains that
you're not getting anything done, these days, you can tell him – Michael says: he can shove his productivity in the orifice in which he least enjoys shoving things.
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