he uses computers all the time. computers love him. he has fantastic computers, with many many friends.
PatchAndToots
patchandtoots
1000%. I work for a brewery and have to deal with twatwaffles like this on a daily fucking basis. The HouseMusicBeerBro cunts are the worst.
“Beer connoisseur”
“House music lover”
Wait now. If it is PTSD than thank Obama.
This somehow struck me as the most telling.
One time, I played hockey stinkin’ shitfaced because my wife, Louise, left me. Some Princeton grad threw me against the boards, and I pissed all over myself.
And, lo, not a single bro was laid that day. Nor the day after. Nor the day after that.
UGH. There’s no a level of douchiness on par with backwards hat, no shirt and white pants guy.
I love that they’re just sitting out there, looking like they actually expect the freshmen girls to start getting dropped off any minute. What a great welcome committee.
Awww my husband used to have dumb opinions about abortion, too! He’s smarter now. Bless their conservative-raised kindhearted hunky socks.
It was my friend’s wedding in Savannah. I was a bridesmaid. The groom’s brother went up to my room with me, to “put some wine bottles in the fridge”. Then, he did the best thing someone has ever done to me: he helped me take out ever single bobby pin from my updo and then massaged my scalp. . . .
I am not a hookup person. The story that follows was made possible by a combination of extraordinary factors, leading to a story that has become a legend in my circle of friends.
[created a burner just to tell this story so please kind people, pull me out of the grays!]
OK. I’ll bite.
Maybe not the wildest, but perhaps my proudest.
holy crap, I used to date a version of you 20 years ago. You’re awesome.
(I promise this is about sex. Hang in there)