Bah. That’s bush league. If you’re going to use the reply-all bomb, either go scorched earth with white-hot rage and name some names, or be snarky and hilarious.
Don’t underestimate the power of the second apology, the old pop in before you leave for the day “hey, I’m really sorry again, I feel badly about it and I will make sure it doesn’t happen again” to let them know you are taking it seriously.
Anyone wants to lure an older married guy from the ‘burbs into the city of Chicago for an evening of awkward jokes and bad marital/career advice, let me know. There are like three nights I year I’m up for it. I won’t try to sleep with you, I promise.
Things Mr. Incredible Does After Thanksgiving Every Year: get in a fight with Mrs. Incredible over the artificial tree and no goddammit I don’t know why half the lights aren’t lighting up and fuck no we’re not buying a new tree because they’re $400 fucking dollars that’s why. Fuck!
Sam Adams, Lagunitas, and Goose Island are my go-tos when I feel too fancy to drink my normal Miller Lite. Sam Adams Octoberfest is hands-down my favorite beer.
Too few people around, they may ask questions. A large bookstore is much more anonymous, and full of the type of people who don’t smear shit on the stall walls.
Brian Fantana: I think I was in love once.
Ron Burgundy: Really? What was her name?
Brian Fantana: I don’t remember.
Ron Burgundy: That’s not a good start, but keep going…
Brian Fantana: She was Brazilian, or Chinese, or something weird. I met her in the bathroom of a K-Mart and we made out for hours. Then we parted ways, never to see each other again.
Ron Burgundy: I’m pretty sure that’s not love.
Brian Fantana: Damn it.
No shit. Got yelled at at work once. Wanted to say “is that all you got? GYSGT Davis would call his mom up and talk to her that way for Mother’s Day.”
I’m counting it. #dealwithit
Bah. That’s bush league. If you’re going to use the reply-all bomb, either go scorched earth with white-hot rage and name some names, or be snarky and hilarious.
This is neither.
Sup Charlie’s Mom?
Don’t underestimate the power of the second apology, the old pop in before you leave for the day “hey, I’m really sorry again, I feel badly about it and I will make sure it doesn’t happen again” to let them know you are taking it seriously.
Anyone wants to lure an older married guy from the ‘burbs into the city of Chicago for an evening of awkward jokes and bad marital/career advice, let me know. There are like three nights I year I’m up for it. I won’t try to sleep with you, I promise.
High maintenance turns me on but not THAT high maintenance. And vapidness kills boners.
Fuck this comment is in the wrong spot I’m terrible.
Allowing Todd to get engaged is ONLY allowable if we get to read TGDAG: Get Left at the Alter
Things Mr. Incredible Does After Thanksgiving Every Year: get in a fight with Mrs. Incredible over the artificial tree and no goddammit I don’t know why half the lights aren’t lighting up and fuck no we’re not buying a new tree because they’re $400 fucking dollars that’s why. Fuck!
The weekend after Thanksgiving is the appropriate time to put up a tree.
We’re all crabby until TGDAG drops.
So’s the Kronik (“Censored”).
He who hates Miller Lite hates fun.
There’s no better beer for patio or lake drinking.
Glancing at my dip I made for the holiday pot-luck and silently hating you.
Buffalo Chicken dip though, it’s solid.
Sam Adams, Lagunitas, and Goose Island are my go-tos when I feel too fancy to drink my normal Miller Lite. Sam Adams Octoberfest is hands-down my favorite beer.
Too few people around, they may ask questions. A large bookstore is much more anonymous, and full of the type of people who don’t smear shit on the stall walls.
Bookstores are the best place for an away game if you need to take a dump while on the road.
Brian Fantana: I think I was in love once.
Ron Burgundy: Really? What was her name?
Brian Fantana: I don’t remember.
Ron Burgundy: That’s not a good start, but keep going…
Brian Fantana: She was Brazilian, or Chinese, or something weird. I met her in the bathroom of a K-Mart and we made out for hours. Then we parted ways, never to see each other again.
Ron Burgundy: I’m pretty sure that’s not love.
Brian Fantana: Damn it.
Yes…girl, or Girl?