Sure, not denying it’s ease of use or convenience as we have Powerblocks, a LifeFitness treadmill and tons of Beachbody/Shaun T/P90X HIIT discs we use religiously. But it does get old after awhile, esp. after taking an Aruba trip recently where the gym was fully redone with all new equipment and my wife loved using…

Sure, not denying it’s ease of use or convenience as we have Powerblocks, a LifeFitness treadmill and tons of…

Cool.

Are you a Scientologist, a sex pest, or both?

Drink heavily, got it.

I believe the tone of the article is that “Tony” is a “John” and the “first date” was a “girlfriend experience” gone horribly, horribly awry.

I was a meth user for quite some time and thank GOD I never picked at my face. I know that sounds shallow but man, that screams meth like no other.

No lie, wait a little while. Once the missionary only, mutual farting, pimple popping and helping out with chores starts then he’s a keeper until then he is a low mileage lease.

It’s Time to Live a Private and Personal Life By Eliminating All Social Media Because You Individually Are Not All That Important and No One Really Cares What You Just Ate or Where You Went on Vacation Especially That One Girl From High School Who Got Hot in College and You Casually Check Up On Her but You Realize…

Da Comrade! Working is highest honor!

This is the worst job application I’ve ever received.

I’m shooting to downgrade myself from “Obese” to “Overweight”.

“She might not be interacting with anyone.”

No. Just, no.

My best advice for London?

Ironically, rinsing chicken is likely to be dangerous, because if there is salmonella on the chicken, you dramatically increase the risk of cross contamination via the sink.

Also: don’t be afraid of “lowering yourself” to picking up a job that you may initially see as being “beneath” you, or not in your field. This is important for several reasons:

I am so mad I didn't live near her.

Yup my favourite revenge story was the lady of the local manor who raided her husband's multimillion pound wine cellar and left bottles on all the villagers doorsteps. That my friends is class.

I was expecting something other than a series of blurry photos.

The author REALLY built up this Cassy chick as having found the most clever way to find out about and bust a cheater. all she did was box up the obvious evidence...Big let down for sure... I expected multiple forms of shame thrown upon him...