I said it once and I’ll say it again. Words cannot describe how much I hate this person…I don’t think I’ve ever hated someone I’ve never met so much. I hope all the bad things in life happen to him and only him. I hate him so much that I want him to continue living his life the way he does. Then hopefully, he’ll meet a nice feminist hipster and they’ll settle down and have kids of their own. With any luck, their kids will grow-up to be Republican jocks who eat red meat, never buy organic food, and call their parents by their first names: “Jesus Christ, shut up, Susan. I’ll eat all the gluten I want!” Seriously though…fuck this guy.
Words cannot describe how much I hate this person…I don’t think I’ve ever hated someone I’ve never met so much. I hope all the bad things in life happen to him and only him. I hate him so much that I want him to continue living his life the way he does. Then hopefully, he’ll meet a nice feminist hipster and they’ll settle down and have kids of their own. With any luck, their kids will grow-up to be Republican jocks who eat red meat, never buy organic food, and call their parents by their first names: “Jesus Christ, shut up, Susan. I’ll eat all the gluten I want!” Seriously though…fuck this guy.
I don’t doubt that, considering this was the first step in getting my name out there but yes, it is very much in the works. I appreciate the interest though, sincerely.
When I first saw this post, I thought to myself, “Seriously?” I then went about my day like I usually do after accidentally reading a Thought Catalog entry, a PGP post, or any other equally pitiable editorial. However, something happened to me tonight that changed my mind, so instead of my typical “man the fuck up” comment, I’m going to share the aforementioned experience with you.
Earlier tonight, while at an adult-oriented establishment called “Treasures” in Houston, I ran into a gentleman who was having the time of his life. This man was a decorated veteran and easily in his eighties so when I say the time of his life, I fucking mean it…he’d seen some shit. I learned a lot about life during our brief interaction and while his words and stories were quite fascinating, the one thing about him that really made an impact on me was his shirt.
After living through two wars, two marriages (literally outliving his last spouse) and experiencing over 80 years of life on this earth, here stood a man proudly wearing a shirt whose words spelled out a phrase I would be proud to have on my own gravestone: “You don’t stop partying because you get old. You get old because you stop partying.”
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I said it once and I’ll say it again. Words cannot describe how much I hate this person…I don’t think I’ve ever hated someone I’ve never met so much. I hope all the bad things in life happen to him and only him. I hate him so much that I want him to continue living his life the way he does. Then hopefully, he’ll meet a nice feminist hipster and they’ll settle down and have kids of their own. With any luck, their kids will grow-up to be Republican jocks who eat red meat, never buy organic food, and call their parents by their first names: “Jesus Christ, shut up, Susan. I’ll eat all the gluten I want!” Seriously though…fuck this guy.
Words cannot describe how much I hate this person…I don’t think I’ve ever hated someone I’ve never met so much. I hope all the bad things in life happen to him and only him. I hate him so much that I want him to continue living his life the way he does. Then hopefully, he’ll meet a nice feminist hipster and they’ll settle down and have kids of their own. With any luck, their kids will grow-up to be Republican jocks who eat red meat, never buy organic food, and call their parents by their first names: “Jesus Christ, shut up, Susan. I’ll eat all the gluten I want!” Seriously though…fuck this guy.
It was a khaki colored suit guys, geez.
Thanks Taylor lol
I don’t doubt that, considering this was the first step in getting my name out there but yes, it is very much in the works. I appreciate the interest though, sincerely.
Best of luck, champ. You’ll get there!
When he said quota, I thought he meant you guys were trying to “diversify” your staff lol
When I first saw this post, I thought to myself, “Seriously?” I then went about my day like I usually do after accidentally reading a Thought Catalog entry, a PGP post, or any other equally pitiable editorial. However, something happened to me tonight that changed my mind, so instead of my typical “man the fuck up” comment, I’m going to share the aforementioned experience with you.
Earlier tonight, while at an adult-oriented establishment called “Treasures” in Houston, I ran into a gentleman who was having the time of his life. This man was a decorated veteran and easily in his eighties so when I say the time of his life, I fucking mean it…he’d seen some shit. I learned a lot about life during our brief interaction and while his words and stories were quite fascinating, the one thing about him that really made an impact on me was his shirt.
After living through two wars, two marriages (literally outliving his last spouse) and experiencing over 80 years of life on this earth, here stood a man proudly wearing a shirt whose words spelled out a phrase I would be proud to have on my own gravestone: “You don’t stop partying because you get old. You get old because you stop partying.”