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Why did the scarecrow celebrate on Fridays? Because he was outstanding in his field!
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What did the weekend say to Friday? 'I've been looking forward to seeing you two days in a row!'
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What's a Friday's favorite type of music? Anything with good 'beats' to celebrate the start of the weekend!
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What did the calendar say to Friday? 'I'm so glad to see you! You're the end of a long week!'
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What do you call a snowman on a Friday? Melting with joy for the weekend!
TGIF: Thank God It's Flummoxed!
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Remember when Fridays meant a serene wind-down, maybe a drink with friends, and just chill vibes? Now it's more like a mad dash, a chaotic race against time to fit a week's worth of plans into two days! Thank God It's Flummoxed! I swear, weekends these days are like trying to fit an elephant into a Mini Cooper. It just doesn't work, but you keep trying anyway!
TGIF: Thank God It's Frustrating!
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You ever wake up on a Friday, full of hope and dreams for a relaxing weekend, only for life to be like, Surprise! Here's a whole truckload of unexpected nonsense! Thank God It's Frustrating! I swear, it's like trying to untangle headphone wires in the dark. You think you're making progress, but you're just in a knot!
TGIF: Thank God It's Faked!
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The moment Friday arrives, suddenly, we put on these masks of enthusiasm. Thank God It's Faked! We're all like, Woo, weekend vibes! when secretly we're mentally planning how to conquer Mount Laundry and slay the dragons of household chores. Ah, the art of pretending to be thrilled about the impending chaos!
TGIF: Thank God It's Frenzied!
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TGIF used to be about freedom, right? Now it's like a starting gun for a weekend marathon. Thank God It's Frenzied! Seriously, who's responsible for turning these two days into a sprint triathlon with a side of multitasking? I just want to chill without feeling like I need a personal assistant to handle my relaxation schedule!
TGIF: Thank God It's Forlorn!
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Ah, the joy of Friday... or not. Sometimes it feels like Thank God It's Forlorn! You make weekend plans, and suddenly it's a game of How many of these can I cancel without looking like a complete hermit? Spoiler alert: not many. So, your social calendar's full, but your soul feels empty. Ah, the paradox of modern weekends!
TGIF: Thank God It's Forgotten!
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You know, the phrase TGIF used to mean something. It was this anthem of relief, this glorious celebration that the workweek was over. But now? It's like the forgotten password you never needed. TGIF? More like Thank God It's Forgotten! I mean, when was the last time you even shouted that out without a hint of irony?
TGIF: Thank God It's Forgotten!
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You know you've hit peak adulthood when you can't even remember what you were looking forward to on Friday. Thank God It's Forgotten! Was it a movie night, a dinner plan, or just some quality couch time? Who knows? You'll probably end up browsing Netflix for an hour before settling on a rerun.
TGIF: Thank God It's Fumbled!
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Friday hits, and suddenly, it's like playing a game of Jenga with your plans. Thank God It's Fumbled! You start pulling out blocks, trying to make everything fit, and before you know it, your weekend looks like a tower that's about to collapse! Who knew leisure time would require a strategic mastermind?
TGIF: Thank God It's Frazzled!
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Let's talk about that feeling when Friday hits, and you're supposed to be ecstatic, but instead, you're just frazzled. You've got weekend plans, social obligations, errands, and suddenly Friday is the new Monday! Thank God It's Frazzled, am I right? It's like running a marathon, and just when you cross the finish line, someone says, Great, now here's a triathlon!
TGIF: Thank God It's Flabbergasted!
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You ever hit Friday, and instead of feeling freedom, you're just flabbergasted by the sheer volume of stuff that needs doing? Thank God It's Flabbergasted! I mean, honestly, it's like watching a magician pull out endless scarves from his sleeve, except these scarves are chores, and there's no applause at the end.
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