Look the part, be the part.
Look the part, be the part.
I buy whatever is cheap and looks like I’d want to eat it. All the rest of it is marketing crap.
I need to know the cut-off age before I can determine if this is good or bad.
I’m actually kinda embarrased that slipped though. I’m too old to consider a hipness factor when writing. I was just making many edits on my old man rant.
Whatevs
So much this. The noises of the city are fine. But the train? no one wants to hear your convo. My biggest irk is the gym. Who are these people that go the gym, and then call people on the phone to talk? It never fails. I finally get the machine I want, and someone inevitably hops up on the ellipitcal next to me and…
I have zero friends. Is that good or nah?
If he goes to the Buccaneers, does he get to wear a hook?
Dutch Shepherd
WVTM 13 in Alabama must have one hell of a helicopter. They beat all the SoCal newchoppers to the story.
I’m on board with that.
Yep. I’m no fed myself, but I tagged along on a Fed Friday - Morning at an outdoor range shooting the crap out of AR-15s and Sigs, followed by beer & wings at Hooters, and called it a day.
Punk. Cornerback Punk.
The guys I knew called it Federal Friday.
I use a top sheet. I’m a man and fully aware I don’t understand bedding, but there’s got to be a reason someone put it in the package, so I use it.
I switch to my phone to use the Swedish keyboard. But I refuse to use Norwegian.
If you want to retire in 2030, you gotta start getting ready now. Talk to your financial advisor.
I’d like to see you try gripping the wheel with freshly done nails.
Definitly not “jewed”