It’s Monday again. It’s probably best if you just lie down and … yeah, like that.
“Fuck me, it’s Monday, and here I am without a thing to wear.”
“Ah, yes. Hm? Oh. Monday. Right. Yep. Be right there.” (pause) “After I first drink myself into a coma.”
Yup, this is my feeling when Monday comes around too.
This man and his goofy faces.
“That’s Monday. She’s a bitch. Run for your life.”
Geoffrey hears Monday sneaking up on him.
Geoffrey is not about to take any of Monday’s shit.
“Right, that’s it, I’m going to put this Monday back in the drawer where it belongs.”
“Ah, fuck, it’s still Monday.”