What a grim goal. Like aspiring to be the next “Gigli”, or the next, “E.coli”.
“Julia, tonight for your date with Bill, you’ll be helicoptered to Jack-O’s house along with Jalen Rose where you will watch a Survivor marathon and argue about whether or not the 2012 Miami Heat are properly rated.”
1) Lots of young people watch The Bachelor
2) The only fucking young people you know are sports writers.
3) Therefore, the young people you know watch The Bachelor.
Drew, my man, don’t become “Old Man Yells at Cloud.”
Starred just for the Dundalk comment. It’s always an excellent go-to when describing deplorables!
The only 2 things I ever liked from them were the first round of heat gear in solid white and another in solid black. I had both for almost 10 years before the elastic frayed.
It’s like Apex vs Starter all over again.
They make products that use awesome materials. That’s it. awesome materials that absorb/wick away sweat, keep you warm, are comfortable to wear. The designs are all done by a blind chicken. Because that stuff looks straight out of the Walmart clearance aisle.
I will counter puke with dog diarrhea. I’ve had to clean up a hallway full of it from my Lab 3 times now. Luckily it is hardwood floors. Still the most foul thing I have ever cleaned up. It was everywhere and made me throw up when I first had to deal with it.(I made it to a toilet.)
I had another one who, when i asked how he was, he replied “why should I answer, you don’t really care”. We then got into the deepest conversation a drunk 25 year old from Chicago and a Somali cabbie could ever possibly have at 3am on a Sunday morning. Wouldn’t get out of the cab until he finally told me how he was.…
This is no time to stick to sports. That’s why I’m boycotting the Pro Bowl.
See you tomorrow.
Yes. January 27th. Spring New Year in many Asian countries.
I like your ‘ban alcohol’ post better, seemed like you committed more in that comment than this one. You gotta sell the horseshit in order to make people buy it. 4/10 wouldn’t read again.
I’m an introvert and it reminded me of my face when I’m pretending to be a different person to survive a party with strangers.
I don’t feel sorry for her. Not in the least.
This is just basic, basic stuff. You learn it at like your first business outing. First office Christmas party I went to out of college, I went up to my boss to shake his hand and he directed my hand over to his wife with a little nod, realizing I was green and just out of school. Never forgot that lesson, he was a…
Oh daaaamn.