Interesting. Are there more pictures of this phenomenon available?
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“Our walls are relatively thin...” Add that to neighbors who might need ot be in bed by 10 or so for work, and you partying until 11:30 at night, and... maybe you should have your parties at a local bar, or ask your neighbors when they’re going on vacation and plan a party for then. Otherwise, you are suggesting your…
You know, I was planning to also burn you for defending a guy who did something bad, but went through the formality of actually reading what you wrote. That was beautifully done.
I must be missing something? You have nudes of yourself you posted, a media outlet wanted to do a story on you, with moar nudes, pleez (which is fine) you said “nah” (which is fine) and they said “okay, we changed our mind” (which is also fine). What else happened?
Look, some guys hold out The Right Way. Others don’t. Why is that wrong?
And whatever you do, don’t mess with the Beaver!
Totally fair, apologies for dredging up a bad memory. It was a school bus on the PCH, just for the record.
Really? You’re afraid of Shutterstock?
Please forgive me if I start to get snippy. This shit drives me crazy, though. Theyre not sure why it’s different, but it definitely is. Cognitive load is greater talking to some one whom isnt present, your passenger either shuts up when you get in hairy traffic, or, warns you of danger. Your gf on the phone cannot.…
I do hope you read downthread, and see the link that demolishes your logic. But you do you, even if it means you end up dead.
THIS! SO MUCH THIS! I am virtually always half drunk when I get behind the wheel. Never once killed anyone (though I do sometimes drive away from accidents real fast, so who knows?).
That’s very sweet. If you two do it long enough, you will eventually hear his final, panicked screams as his car smashes into a school bus.
Q: Seriously, who makes personal calls when they’re not in the car these days?
What I like most about this post is you didn’t go for the “New York is so over, maaaan. I’m going where shit is real” sad and tired cliche of a lot of pieces like this. You liked NYC fine but wanted a change and you made it. And managed to write about it without a lot of shade or self-puffery. Kudos and good luck...
What more do you need to say?
I think I’m going to be sick.
I’m sure something eventually will.
Yeah, don’t think you’re getting what most of us are getting from this. Your loss.