This Kenyan Developer

This is from facebook, a friend of mine wrote it. its the funniest thing I’ve read in ages

PEOPLE::: FOR YA’LL WHO GET DERAILED

LEVEL 1:
It’s 11:00 on a weeknight, you’ve had a few beers.You get up to leave because you have work the next day and one of your friends buys another round. Usually one of your UNEMPLOYED friends. Here at level one you think to yourself, “Oh come on, this is silly, why as long as I get seven hours of sleep (snap fingers), I’m cool.”

LEVEL 2:
It’s midnight. You’ve had a few more beers. You’ve just spent 20 minutes arguing AGAINST test tube babies. You get up to leave again, but at level two, a little devil appears on your shoulder. And now you’re thinking, “Hey! I’m out with my friends! What am I working for anyway? These are the good times! Besides, as long as I get five hours sleep (snaps fingers) I’m cool.”

LEVEL 3:
1:00 AM in the morning.
You’ve abandoned beer for tequila.
You’ve just spent 20 minutes arguing FOR test tube babies. And now you’re thinking, “Our waitress is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!” At level three, you love the world. On the way to the bathroom you buy a drink for the stranger at the end of the bar just because you like his(her) face. You get drinking fantasies. (like,”Hey guys, if we bought our own bar, we could live together forever. We could do it. Tom, you could cook.”) But at level three, that devil is a little bit bigger….and he’s buying. And you’re thinking, “Oh, come on, come on now. As long as I get three hours sleep…and a complete change of blood (snaps fingers), I’m cool.”

LEVEL 4:
2:00 AM in the morning. And the devil is bartending. For last call(round), you order a 750 bottle of VODKA and some Coke. You ARE THE MAN! This time on your way to the bathroom, you punch(slap) the stranger at the end of the bar, just because you don’t like his face! And now you’re thinking, “Our secretary(driver) is the best looking lady(dude) I’ve ever seen.” You and your friends decide to leave, right after you get thrown out, and one of you knows an after hours bar.(Why in hells fury does one get to know these joints?) And here, at level four, you actually think to yourself, “Well….as long as I’m only going to get a few hours sleep anyway, I may as well….STAY UP ALL NIGHT!!!! Yeah! That’d be good for me. I don’t mind going to that board meeting looking like I have a vein for an eye!. Yeah, I’ll turn that around, make it work for me. And besides, as long as I get 31 hours sleep tomorrow ……………….cool.”

LEVEL 5:
5:00 AM in the morning
You and your friends wind up in a shady local bar with guys who have been from upcountry as recently as that morning and look like like the Talibani n they wouldn’t mind adopting your head!. It’s the kind of place where even the devil is going, “Uh, I gotta head home . I gotta be in Hell-at nine. I’ve got that breakfast with Hitler, I can’t miss that.” At this point, you’re all drinking some kind of thick black liquor-probably some brand Uv NEVER seen before-a special for this local, definately looks and tastes like something from a Voodoo convention. A waitress with a fresh black eye comes over, and you think to yourself, “Someday I’m gonna marry that girl!!” One of your friends stands up and screams, “WE’RE DRIVIN’ TO S.A.!!!!”- and passes out.

You crawl outside for air , and then you hit the worst part of level five-THE SUN. You weren’t expecting that were you? You never do. You walk out of a bar in daylight, and you see people on their way to work. And they look at you and they know.

Let’s be honest, if you’re 19-26 and you stay up all night, it’s like a victory-like you’ve beaten the night, but if you’re over 30, then that sun is like God’s flashlight.
We all say the same prayer then, “I swear, I will NEVER do this again (how long?) as long as I live!” And some of us have the guts to include that little line, “and this time, I mean it