> But not so uncomfortable that I didn’t order a 5th.

Drank Rainier while cooking breakfast at 8am while camping this past weekend.   Camping AM beers are magical. 

What you just described is the standard way two people split powdered drugs. One person makes the lines, the other picks.

> “After my 4th screwdriver, the Deloitte guy slammed his laptop shut and started yelling at me”

Airports exist outside of time as far as I’m aware.  There is no judgement there.

The best memories are of college first-semester-roommate horror stories.

Agreed on the pets. My wife grew up with dogs. I did not. She wanted a dog after a couple years of marriage. I hesitated, but ultimately relented (who didn’t see that coming), but had two rules:

The frosty beer you pull out of the cooler first thing in the morning when camping?  That’s good MGD.

First they came for the idiots without valid opinions, and I did not speak out.

I don’t have kids, but I’d apply the same rule to pets. I hear people whine all the time about how their 90-pound dog takes up too much of their bed, so it can be tough to sleep sometimes. You literally made that bed, you lie in it.

It’s people like Brad who make kids who couldn’t afford to live in the dorms thankful that their parents are poor.

Is that you or your PO speaking?

I had an early morning flight and was in first class. The flight attendant was going through taking drink orders while we were still on the ground and everyone was ordering orange juice or coffee. I said “cranberry and vodka” and the dude next to me said “we can do that? One for me too.” All of first class changed…

Co-sign. I had an early morning layover after a long red-eye flight. Walked into the only restaurant open at 8:00 a.m. While looking over the menu, my eyes drifted to the beer list and saw that they had a Double IPA i wanted to try but the brewery didn’t distribute in my state. Waiter came over to take my order, saw…

I took advantage of a really cheap fare to Ireland once on a mainline US airline. I fly that airline for business a lot, so I have status. It was Thanksgiving morning (a family member had passed a few months earlier , so everyone in the family wasn’t too keen on celebrating the holidays that year) and I had to take a…

Co-sign. As much as it sucks in that moment, you go into their room and try to get them back down. If that means kneeling by their bed and rubbing their back for 20 minutes at 3:00 am, you fucking do it.

Just what I was about to say.

This probably isn’t even a question. But is there a worst decision than trying to sleep next to your kid?

Wow...fuck Brad. If he had been my roommate, he'd have been lucky to live through two weeks of that shit before waking up in a strange place with no idea how he got there, and coyotes sniffing at his toes.

This probably isn’t even a question. But is there a worst decision than trying to sleep next to your kid? They are 2000 degree pinwheels that make odd noises and twitch nonstop while driving their tiny feet in to your sides.