"It’s not a Sunday unless you completely waste it, then feel really sad around 8 p.m.” is a saying that has been printed on many images. The saying was posted on Twitter on April 19, 2014.
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Natalia Renton
@bellamyrock
it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm
6:49 PM - 19 Apr 2014
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B. Davis
@Petrrax
“it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm” THE ACCURACY
11:46 AM - 4 May 2014 from Italy
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Christina
@LanaCatLover
banderboucher: it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm http://tmblr.co/Z2bCMu1EwlJyU
12:51 PM - 4 May 2014
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9GAG
@9GAG
It’s not a Sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm
7:30 AM - 5 Oct 2014
Me.Me
IT’S NOT SUNDAY UNLESS YOU COMPLETELY WASTE IT THEN FEEL REALLY SAD AROUND 8PM WE’VE ALL BEEN THERE😂 MEME
MEMES SUNDAY 🤖 ALL SADNESS REALLY THEN FEELING WASTED WASTING SADLY FEELINGS THERE AROUND COMPLETELY NOT
FOUND @ 33 LIKES ON 2017-02-26 13:46:04 BY ME.ME
SOURCE: TWITTER
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BuzzFeed
August 13, 2017 at 9:16pm ·
“It’s not a Sunday unless you completely waste it, then feel really sad around 8pm.”
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ozmattress.com.au
@ozmattress
It’s not Sunday unless you completely waste it and get sad at around 8pm
4:31 AM - 10 Sep 2017
Above, a 1934 plaque from the Big Apple Night Club at West 135th Street and Seventh Avenue in Harlem. Discarded as trash in 2006.
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Above, Big Apple Corner at 54th Street and Broadway in Manhattan.
Above, John J. Fitz Gerald, from the Oct. 17, 1931, Turf Play, p. 7.
Listen to Robert Emmerich introduce The Big Apple, a hit song from 1937. Music written by Bob and performed by Tommy Dorsey's Clambake Seven with Bob on piano. Lyrics written by Buddy Bernier and sung by Edythe Wright. Audio provided by Dorothy Emmerich.
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