I agree its annoying to smell another person’s smoke, but there is no way your clothes are smelling like smoke from a neighbor’s second hand smoke smell. You would have to be hotboxing his car with him to get a smell in your clothes.

As someone who really likes 120 Minute (pretty rare here in CA), and really dislikes drunk or even tipsy driving: Cheers!

I’ve grown up seeing the sign my whole life and finally stopped about 2 years ago. It’s... not good. Possibly even bad. Its bad.

I take booze with me everywhere I go. A responsible amount though, I never take too much with me.

Pab Dob’s Knob Slob.

That suit in his instagram photo is insane. Both the jacket and the pants are at least 3" too long. Is his dad a giant string bean man?

Uhh... they did get a 20% raise over the next 2 years. 9% up front, another 5% in a year, and a final 5% the next year.

To your point... He’s not garbage but...: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Horry

Shut up, Carter Attack.

And then take a nap in my car until I can eat again and go across the street to Italia Deli for a sandwich. The perfect day!

These proud boys just don’t have the grip strength of Real Jerkin’ Men™

Not at all offended. Impressed with your willingness to stick to the “I was just asking a question” routine.

You are being either a pedantic asshole or a purposefully obtuse asshole. Or you are just dumb and still probably an asshole. If you can’t possibly imagine what she is saying there (hint: biological father is NOT always the “father” in someones life), then its time to crawl out from under that rock you’ve been living…

Where did I assume you were trashing trans people? My only assumption was that you were being obtuse by not understanding her point. I guess my other assumption was that you were being a pedantic asshole, and I still have no reason to think otherwise.

You aren’t confused. You are a pedantic asshole.

“fried spaghetti” GTFO

Geographically speaking, its a Hoboken Hoagie.

What era are you from? I’m 30, and now married, and this has always been the “Rule of the Olds” to me and everyone I’ve gone on dates with.

1 pint of Ben & Jerry’s (whatever flavor the wife picks), and 1 bottle of red wine. That is the only way I go to a theatre now.