My weekday “hookups” involve me blacking out on Jameson and the fiancé sending snaps of me passed out with a HBCB on my chest before I wake up to mumble sweet nothings in her ear before passing out in another position
Did you know that if you go with a supima cotton with lower thread count it’s actually softer than a 1,000 count Egyptian cotton? Don’t thank me, thank Lisa at Bed Bath & Beyond for that helpful information
I used to be deep into hockey and have played in 10+ charity tournaments with professional hockey players, I can say with 100% accuracy that 8/10 hockey guys were scratch golfers. The lack in swing similarity is completely made up for in hand eye coordination and body control. But it doesn’t really matter, have a blessed day
I’m feeling back to 90% after my Jameson Tuesday. Hoping this second cup of closer juice brings me back to 100%. I’ve got exactly one week until my bachelor party so these might be my last few days operating at full capacity for a long time, if not forever. God bless Texas and God bless DCO Nation.
Whenever my fiancé, or anyone, mentions kids I tell them about the time I was babysitting my cousins and they both got the shits so bad my only solution was to hose them down and then 30 minutes later one of them projective vomited chocolate milk all over my face. I’ll stick with dogs for now.
If you sarcastically say “because this is such a huge deal” after obnoxiously yelling about something, it makes people wonder if you’re joking without the harass judgment most lunatics receive
Not even the words of our own Boss Rolen can motivate me today. I skipped dinner before the concert and drank Jameson like Bear Grylls drinks his own pee in the wild. My body is in complete panic mode and no deals will be closed today BUT I’ve learned a very valuable lesson, I’m old. Have a blessed Wednesday everyone.
Can confirm. As a southern football purist, I’ll even admit this is an amazing place to watch a football game. Fans are way less obnoxious about Ohio State there than they are here, go figure.
People that won’t get on the dance floor really grind my gears. We all know you’re not Justin Timberlake, just go for it. Plus, the dumber you look, the more fun you’re having.
As for dinner, I’m grabbing a quick bite at Firehouse Subs before heading to see The xx with the fiancé tonight. Have a blessed evening y’all.
I’m currently eating Kettle Cooked jalapeño chips (if you’re not on the KCJ train, hop on now) and thinking about how great life was college, and pre college days, before all the shit hits all the fans and adult life hits you like a ton of bricks (or feathers, whichever falls faster?)
I think all fresh post grads should remember to always take up the opportunity to do something fun (from weeknight dinners with friends to road trips and music festivals) because those memories and fun times are what get you through the grind of a miserable day working in the cube.
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My weekday “hookups” involve me blacking out on Jameson and the fiancé sending snaps of me passed out with a HBCB on my chest before I wake up to mumble sweet nothings in her ear before passing out in another position
Did you know that if you go with a supima cotton with lower thread count it’s actually softer than a 1,000 count Egyptian cotton? Don’t thank me, thank Lisa at Bed Bath & Beyond for that helpful information
Shots fired at Joe Rogan in that first paragraph? Don’t you dare.
I used to be deep into hockey and have played in 10+ charity tournaments with professional hockey players, I can say with 100% accuracy that 8/10 hockey guys were scratch golfers. The lack in swing similarity is completely made up for in hand eye coordination and body control. But it doesn’t really matter, have a blessed day
You ever seen a hockey player golf? Or hacky sack? Or ping pong?
We deserve better research for these hot takes you’re throwing at us, Johnny Boy
I’m feeling back to 90% after my Jameson Tuesday. Hoping this second cup of closer juice brings me back to 100%. I’ve got exactly one week until my bachelor party so these might be my last few days operating at full capacity for a long time, if not forever. God bless Texas and God bless DCO Nation.
Whenever my fiancé, or anyone, mentions kids I tell them about the time I was babysitting my cousins and they both got the shits so bad my only solution was to hose them down and then 30 minutes later one of them projective vomited chocolate milk all over my face. I’ll stick with dogs for now.
Nothing is close to The Masters. Plus, WM is a little more than dumpsters. They’re the Jordans of waste removal and recycling.
As I’ve said, I’m a huge hot take guy, but knocking the WMO is crossing the line
I bet you’re fun to hang out with…
If you sarcastically say “because this is such a huge deal” after obnoxiously yelling about something, it makes people wonder if you’re joking without the harass judgment most lunatics receive
Praise be!
Not even the words of our own Boss Rolen can motivate me today. I skipped dinner before the concert and drank Jameson like Bear Grylls drinks his own pee in the wild. My body is in complete panic mode and no deals will be closed today BUT I’ve learned a very valuable lesson, I’m old. Have a blessed Wednesday everyone.
Can confirm. As a southern football purist, I’ll even admit this is an amazing place to watch a football game. Fans are way less obnoxious about Ohio State there than they are here, go figure.
And two of the most obnoxious fan bases…
People that won’t get on the dance floor really grind my gears. We all know you’re not Justin Timberlake, just go for it. Plus, the dumber you look, the more fun you’re having.
As for dinner, I’m grabbing a quick bite at Firehouse Subs before heading to see The xx with the fiancé tonight. Have a blessed evening y’all.
~Paul?!
We’ve all heard the typical signs of a crazy person and what to look out for, but this might be the biggest sign of them all.
But hey, look on the bright side, if you can get through this you’ll get through anything in your marriage
I’m currently eating Kettle Cooked jalapeño chips (if you’re not on the KCJ train, hop on now) and thinking about how great life was college, and pre college days, before all the shit hits all the fans and adult life hits you like a ton of bricks (or feathers, whichever falls faster?)
I think all fresh post grads should remember to always take up the opportunity to do something fun (from weeknight dinners with friends to road trips and music festivals) because those memories and fun times are what get you through the grind of a miserable day working in the cube.
What a time to be alive