You’re a sick bastard, David. But if you must know, I had a deal fall through this morning so I punished myself with Taco Bell and looking into the mirror while I degrade myself
When you smell a candle, smell the lid, that’s the burn scent and not the candle itself. Fiancé told me that and her monthly candle budget is higher than my truck payments.
As someone who has seen people struggle living a life in a wheelchair, I’m completely triggered and angered by this “joke” you’re making of your temporary need for one
I just stopped eating all together. I understand all good things must come to an end, but not Dave inquiring about our eating habits. It was the glue that held my late afternoons together and motivated me to sometimes eat more than Oreos. God bless Billy for his motivational words every morning to get us through hard times.
The classic double last name move. Her husband has even less respect for himself than she does for him. My wife will be taking my last name and we’ll be having children until one is a boy to carry on the name, just the way God intended
When I was 17 my dad gave me a car but I had to pay for gas so as my job search failed and failed I turned to craigslist. I found a “sales” job that seemed promising, interviewed, got my start date, everything seemed great. Well I meet my “trainer” a few days later to hit the ground running. We leave my quiet middle class area of town and head to Acres Homes (if you’re not from Houston, this is really not the nicest part of town). Already startled, we park and head to the trunk to get what we’ll be selling (being a dumb teenager, I never even bothered to ask what we were selling). Well….this “sales” job was nothing but walking around trying to sell knock off shit toys to crack heads and homeless people in the area. This lasted about 20 minutes before I called my dad.
“19th, you have to work, no one loves their job”.
“Dad, were in Acres Homes”
“okay ill be there in 20”
My dad simply pulled up, I got in his truck and left without saying a word. Moral of the story? Don’t take a craigslist job.
I needed this after the end of What’s for Dinner. I was worried you were next, Billy. It’s a rainy day in Houston but not even that can keep me down. I’m feeling like a caged lion after my first cup and I’m ready to close the shit out of some deals today. Have a blessed Tuesday everyone
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Give me the Volcano or give me death. I almost spent my monthly salary on the giant one they have at Anthro a few weeks back.
You’re a sick bastard, David. But if you must know, I had a deal fall through this morning so I punished myself with Taco Bell and looking into the mirror while I degrade myself
When you smell a candle, smell the lid, that’s the burn scent and not the candle itself. Fiancé told me that and her monthly candle budget is higher than my truck payments.
If you’re ever below the Mason-Dixon, I got you
Real OG shit
Oh. You took my joke comment and made it serious. Did you know PGP is a comedy and satire website? Have a blessed day sir
As someone who has seen people struggle living a life in a wheelchair, I’m completely triggered and angered by this “joke” you’re making of your temporary need for one
Duda, what’s your snapchat? I want to bombard you with snaps of me pouring full Ultras down the sink
That’s a lot of dollars
I just stopped eating all together. I understand all good things must come to an end, but not Dave inquiring about our eating habits. It was the glue that held my late afternoons together and motivated me to sometimes eat more than Oreos. God bless Billy for his motivational words every morning to get us through hard times.
I miss What’s for Dinner…
The classic double last name move. Her husband has even less respect for himself than she does for him. My wife will be taking my last name and we’ll be having children until one is a boy to carry on the name, just the way God intended
When I was 17 my dad gave me a car but I had to pay for gas so as my job search failed and failed I turned to craigslist. I found a “sales” job that seemed promising, interviewed, got my start date, everything seemed great. Well I meet my “trainer” a few days later to hit the ground running. We leave my quiet middle class area of town and head to Acres Homes (if you’re not from Houston, this is really not the nicest part of town). Already startled, we park and head to the trunk to get what we’ll be selling (being a dumb teenager, I never even bothered to ask what we were selling). Well….this “sales” job was nothing but walking around trying to sell knock off shit toys to crack heads and homeless people in the area. This lasted about 20 minutes before I called my dad.
“19th, you have to work, no one loves their job”.
“Dad, were in Acres Homes”
“okay ill be there in 20”
My dad simply pulled up, I got in his truck and left without saying a word. Moral of the story? Don’t take a craigslist job.
Everyone needs a Weapon in their life
I needed this after the end of What’s for Dinner. I was worried you were next, Billy. It’s a rainy day in Houston but not even that can keep me down. I’m feeling like a caged lion after my first cup and I’m ready to close the shit out of some deals today. Have a blessed Tuesday everyone
Leftovers might be one, if not THE, most underrated show on tv. Always shocked at how many people have never even heard of it
We’re too rattled to type
You’re* damn it
Also, this better not be your way of telling us your leaving….
Now I’m to shocked and saddened to stomach anything. Probably just beer and angry porn all night. Thanks for the memories, David.