advice: don't empty your fagpurse

i'm no astrologer, but you should still follow my advice. hell, you never know when you'll find yourself in an empty office (your fat suburban coworkers too fat and suburban to come into the city when there's snow on the ground), and you'll be psyched to have a full gym outfit and a DVD of 'napoleon dynamite' by your side to make it all make a little less sense. so keep that man-sack full of borrowed pop detritis and sweaty pairs of shorts. take it from me: i'm an a-hole, and i've got the shit-breath to prove it.