HA! Imagine having enough friends to label them as personal or work friends. At this point I’m just excited when the cashier at Trader Joe’s talks to me about the weather.
Johnny Boy growing up before our eyes. One minute he’s ignoring Blair and the next he’ll be going home with a club rat who will show him how to be a real man. Exciting stuff y’all
My only hope is everyone shows up wearing anything but what she’s demanded and ruins her wedding day. Can’t imagine how good it would feel to enjoy a margarita poolside while she cries in her room
Bedtime has changed my life. Automatically goes into Do Not Disturb, tells me when to go to bed for a full night sleep, and the alarm is some cute little birds chirping
Also, I don’t care where you live, everyone just do the right thing and keep the thermostat on 69…don’t take the freedoms and abilities we have in America for granted
Cherish this while you can, my friend. The (long) list of things I’ve been yelled at for by my “roommate” includes moving a pillow on the couch so I can sit on more than the first three inches of the cushion, closing the blinds the wrong way, and putting MY clothes up in MY closet a “weird” way.
Will, don’t yell at me, but y’all have to have room in the budget now to fix the comments on the app. I had such a great, funny comment and now it’s stuck at the bottom in comment hell
Speakeasy bars popping up are not real Speakeasys. They’re just dimly lights bars that employee whiskey snobs and charge double for drinks. However, there is one real, hidden, secret speakeasy I know of in Houston that took me and a buddy almost a year to find and it’s cool
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HA! Imagine having enough friends to label them as personal or work friends. At this point I’m just excited when the cashier at Trader Joe’s talks to me about the weather.
Without her legs, Carrie would be doing Taylor Swift cover songs at some off the strip casino in Vegas
I think we still have a lot of angry readers. I’ve noticed every comment section starts with everyone being downvoted
Calm down people, it’s not a ghost, it’s the artist formally known as Bacon
That new MNF crew with Booger floating around yelling nonsense makes it unwatchable. Although Al is great, Doc Emrick on NBC is the greatest
Johnny Boy growing up before our eyes. One minute he’s ignoring Blair and the next he’ll be going home with a club rat who will show him how to be a real man. Exciting stuff y’all
If you have to ask, you can afford it. -her, probably
Don’t
12/10. A real life Girl
My only hope is everyone shows up wearing anything but what she’s demanded and ruins her wedding day. Can’t imagine how good it would feel to enjoy a margarita poolside while she cries in her room
Bedtime has changed my life. Automatically goes into Do Not Disturb, tells me when to go to bed for a full night sleep, and the alarm is some cute little birds chirping
Just say “toilet splashed water when it flushed”
Also, I don’t care where you live, everyone just do the right thing and keep the thermostat on 69…don’t take the freedoms and abilities we have in America for granted
Cherish this while you can, my friend. The (long) list of things I’ve been yelled at for by my “roommate” includes moving a pillow on the couch so I can sit on more than the first three inches of the cushion, closing the blinds the wrong way, and putting MY clothes up in MY closet a “weird” way.
I love your work but you watch what you say about Tia, big guy. I’ll go to war for her any day
Will, don’t yell at me, but y’all have to have room in the budget now to fix the comments on the app. I had such a great, funny comment and now it’s stuck at the bottom in comment hell
Wanna be the first to leave?
He didn’t deserve Alyssa and now he’s about to have wild anger sex, which he doesn’t deserve, with a solid Woodie’s 6. This son of a bitch
Guys, if I tell you it defeats the purpose and then I run the risk of walking into an overcrowded bar rather than a quiet happy place.
I will give you a hint: the phone never rings backwards
Speakeasy bars popping up are not real Speakeasys. They’re just dimly lights bars that employee whiskey snobs and charge double for drinks. However, there is one real, hidden, secret speakeasy I know of in Houston that took me and a buddy almost a year to find and it’s cool