I feel like I'm livin' in Beverly Hills. I got some great stuff for my Birthday that makes me very like one of the red carpet personalities livin' it up in SoCal. I am sipping high class hot cocoa from my niece and nephew which was heated in a microwave (not over the stove or in the oven as it has been for the last few months) which I got from my parents, and I'm seated at my first kitchen table-procured with funds from my Grandparents and the U.S. government. The plant (which is usually not on the table) adds the color and homey feel that only a sister-in-law with a degree in Horticulture can give you. Thank you all, I am really living the high life now; the real one, not the alcohol induced high life promised by the Miller Brewing company. On that subject, for all you college students looking for an internship, Miller gives free happy hour EVERYDAY and 3 free cases of beer every pay period to all interns over 21, the only drawback is you have to work and live in Wisconsin.
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A promised daily happy hour and 3 free cases of beer every pay period is the only thing that can get you through the daily grind of living in Wisconsin.
If I had a quarter for every time that I've heard you push the Miller internships, I would be living the high life (not High Life) myself. Everything is high class in your photo, from your daintily extended pinkie to your trailer park handlebar mustache . . . OK, maybe not everything.
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