Friday night: taking a 12er to the face.
Saturday night: taking another 12er to the face.
Sunday: taking enough 3 dollar pints at the bar to the face to forget my niners aren’t anywhere close to a super bowl.
When’s the chronicle of Todd gonna come when he drunkenly tries slipping it in her backdoor and she flagrantly objects and is repulsed? I’m waiting for that one.
Strong proponent of the gym. After college I was still drinking five nights a week. Stopped drinking so much, kicked up the cardio a hair, lost 40 pounds in 9 months. Only three days a week. Never felt better. You’ll look better too, for all you bumble/tinder folk out there…
Idk. Sometimes, even if you know something will end horribly, you gotta do it anyways. Like a beautiful disaster or something. The heart wants what the heart wants.
Yeah I agree. As of late I’ve been an “actions speak louder than words” believer too. If a girl says she wants to hang out but never puts forth the effort, you got everything that needs to be said right there.
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Friday night: taking a 12er to the face.
Saturday night: taking another 12er to the face.
Sunday: taking enough 3 dollar pints at the bar to the face to forget my niners aren’t anywhere close to a super bowl.
That’s me every morning. Except from 7-730. Five minute intervals. Five days a week
It’s all about their IPA. Or at least out here it is…
Cali burrito, and a shit ton of study questions for my cpa.
Hell, that review course may eat me for dinner.
All about that baby blue Michael kors tie baby. Money all the way.
When’s the chronicle of Todd gonna come when he drunkenly tries slipping it in her backdoor and she flagrantly objects and is repulsed? I’m waiting for that one.
Strong proponent of the gym. After college I was still drinking five nights a week. Stopped drinking so much, kicked up the cardio a hair, lost 40 pounds in 9 months. Only three days a week. Never felt better. You’ll look better too, for all you bumble/tinder folk out there…
Coming off a sick day to hella emails about shit I know nothing about. That’s the best.
Better than freeze dried banana chips.
Signature soup from the grocery store. Cajun jambalaya. Shits the bomb.
I always picture what this girl looks like whenever I read this.
Either way, a drunk, sloppy, wine stained teeth blowy ain’t gonna fix her crazy.
Preach it man.
I’m sober as a judge five days a week. So on Friday and Saturday, you bet your ass I’m getting blitzed. With or without someone.
Got my cpa exam on Friday. Best of luck!
The only thing I’m crushing is mucinex, a rockstar, and water.
Sick day today. Finally using some of that leave.
Idk. Sometimes, even if you know something will end horribly, you gotta do it anyways. Like a beautiful disaster or something. The heart wants what the heart wants.
The juice may be worth the squeeze.
Sucks to suck.
74 and sunny today in beautiful Southern California.
Pasta. For the 20th time this month….
Pure filth. Fucking love it.
Yeah I agree. As of late I’ve been an “actions speak louder than words” believer too. If a girl says she wants to hang out but never puts forth the effort, you got everything that needs to be said right there.