…for getting laid. (Sweet Painted Lady – Elton John)
I get paid bi-weekly, every two weeks, or every fortnight. Every other Friday is pay day. I don't run to the liquor store with it like a friend of mine does with his Social Security check.
I always look at that amount and think that if I got that *every week*, instead of every two, that this job I have would really be worthwhile and I could get a sweet little house that I want in Mérida, México.
It's the eternal problem. :p