Ugh, I totally let it get to me. I am like “well I might as well be fat.” I also do yoga, and even though it’s cardio-power yoga, I sure fucking feel guilty when the crossfitters are like “HEY LOOK AT ME!” I mean, I can do headstands and crow pose and I could never do that stuff before, so that’s okay, right?

It’s probably so the hot shell casings don’t get caught in his sleeve as he sprays automatic fire. You know, NBD.

I do the same inward roll; it provides the cleanest look.

I saw guys do that for about two months in the late 80’s.

That’s how I do it most of the time. It’s how my grandfather taught me, but he never explained why. The habit just stuck.

I had a boss awhile back that used to do this. A senior-level VP. I guess it was his “signature style” but it always looked silly to me.

Bet he worked as a waiter in college. Rolling inward keeps the cuffs from filling up with dropped food.

That sounds like it would be kind of restrictive. If you do the casual forearm roll (2 times the length of the cuff so the shirt is mid forearm) like I do at work you don’t have any exposed buttons

Sounds puffy. Does he want to be a pirate?

Your coworker is an alien from outer space. That’s the only logical explanation.

You can also gamble that shit!

And Kraft sells a thing called "natural cheese" in bar form. What the hell.

"I used to watch Scrubs after school every day."

Had one of the best meals of my life with work colleagues. Peche in New Orleans. Upscale but casual. Mucho wine, and food ordered for the table and shared. Moral of the story? Work with people you like.

That is such a hard thing to do. I said the same thing to my dad (minus the god reference because he was an atheist) a couple of months ago and he answered "I'm not ready", which broke my heart because I knew he had two days left at the most. I hate writing this, but I remember wishing he had something like cancer so…

My mom had a long fight too. My auntie came from out of town to be her primary caregiver. My brother, his fiance and I would come home after work to sit with and care for her.

my mom had leukemia for a year and a half with good moments and bad moments. She was in the hospital, expecting to be released the next week. She called and left a message while I was working late one Sunday, and since I was exhausted that night, I decided to call her the next day. Early the next morning, she went…