I’m 6’5″ (humblebrag) and my weight fluctuates between 225-230 lbs, so finding clothes that fit me well is exceptionally difficult. A couple years ago I stumbled upon Levis 541 athletic fit jeans and now own about 5 pair of them, including a khaki style and a charcoal style. They fit my build exceptionally well with having a little more room in the ass and thigh, while still being slightly tapered from the knee down. They’re super comfortable, and a pretty good bit cheaper than Bonobos pants I believe.
The last Chilifest I attended was during grad school in 2014. I blacked-out somewhere around 3pm, pooped my pants a little bit, peed in my hosts’ (4 female A&M undergrads) laundry room, and didn’t make it to Northgate that night. I long for those wonderful, simpler times.
Heard my normally reserved dad say “cocksucker” for the first time last night so I’m still riding that adrenaline wave. The debits and credits don’t stand a chance today.
I concur with the do not propose at a sporting event point. One of my best friends proposed at an Astros game in August 2014, got married in August 2015, and was divorced less than a year later. His ex was a cheating whore with a terrible personality, but that’s beside the point. Do not ever propose at a sporting event.
A button-down and nice jeans is considered dressing “different” where I’m from. Every guy here wears some sort of Columbia or Browning shirt, Wranglers, a Hooey type hap, and those god-awful square-toed cowboy boots. I have nothing against cowboy boots, and enjoy wearing mine from time to time, but the square-toe style that everyone wears is so fucking awful. So dressing “nice” gets weird looks from the guys, but a lot of the girls get bored and like to see a little change.
I have two friends that never dump at work. One goes home to do the deed on his lunch break and the other doesn’t relieve himself until he get home from work in the evening. I’ve told them numerous times about the pure bliss that comes with killing 20 minutes on the pot while you’re being paid but they just won’t listen.
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I’m 6’5″ (humblebrag) and my weight fluctuates between 225-230 lbs, so finding clothes that fit me well is exceptionally difficult. A couple years ago I stumbled upon Levis 541 athletic fit jeans and now own about 5 pair of them, including a khaki style and a charcoal style. They fit my build exceptionally well with having a little more room in the ass and thigh, while still being slightly tapered from the knee down. They’re super comfortable, and a pretty good bit cheaper than Bonobos pants I believe.
At least you made it through the 2 best verses of the song before you ate gravel.
Gives you 3 full days to recover as well, assuming PTO is used on Friday.
The last Chilifest I attended was during grad school in 2014. I blacked-out somewhere around 3pm, pooped my pants a little bit, peed in my hosts’ (4 female A&M undergrads) laundry room, and didn’t make it to Northgate that night. I long for those wonderful, simpler times.
I am forever grateful that my dad made my dumbass 16 year-old self get one to strictly purchase gas on and pay off every month.
Buddy I am going to need more details on the Bukkake girl story
Heard my normally reserved dad say “cocksucker” for the first time last night so I’m still riding that adrenaline wave. The debits and credits don’t stand a chance today.
He also said “build a palace out in Paris just to fill with bitches” and that changed my life forever.
He is many things, including an idiot, but he is not a fair-weather fan.
Equal parts great hair and great tunes
Accidentally clicked post before I was able to finish what I wanted to say. Just gonna take this L and leave it be.
Going to a local listening room/catering company to listen to the sweet sounds of Uncle Lucius
The Friday Lunch Break Car Nap has become a staple whenever I turn the heat up a little bit too much at Thursday happy hour.
I concur with the do not propose at a sporting event point. One of my best friends proposed at an Astros game in August 2014, got married in August 2015, and was divorced less than a year later. His ex was a cheating whore with a terrible personality, but that’s beside the point. Do not ever propose at a sporting event.
A button-down and nice jeans is considered dressing “different” where I’m from. Every guy here wears some sort of Columbia or Browning shirt, Wranglers, a Hooey type hap, and those god-awful square-toed cowboy boots. I have nothing against cowboy boots, and enjoy wearing mine from time to time, but the square-toe style that everyone wears is so fucking awful. So dressing “nice” gets weird looks from the guys, but a lot of the girls get bored and like to see a little change.
Getting dibs on all the booze that is inevitably left at your place is also an excellent perk of hosting parties.
HOPEFULLY YOU GET SOMEONE TO BUY IT SO YOU CAN RAKE IN THOSE SWEET INTEREST PAYMENTS (if you are going to owner-finance the house like I’m assuming).
Pork chops as a side – power moves only
I have two friends that never dump at work. One goes home to do the deed on his lunch break and the other doesn’t relieve himself until he get home from work in the evening. I’ve told them numerous times about the pure bliss that comes with killing 20 minutes on the pot while you’re being paid but they just won’t listen.
I would kill for an OTPHJ in a movie theater right now