Went to Key West for a bachelor party in 2014, and we deplaned on the tarmac because the airport there is about the size of a large shed. Never felt more baller in my life when we got off the plane though.
This is where I slot myself in. I’m 6’5/225lbs (humblebrag) and played all through high school. The minimal offensive skills I had back then are definitely not there now so I put all my efforts to setting screens, defense, and rebounding while trying not to cough up a lung running up and down the court.
As of last week I can attest that “Soo I’ve got bad news. I totally forgot that I had agreed to a birthday party dinner tonight. Can we reschedule?” means she didn’t have a birthday party to attend and had no desire to reschedule. Who would’ve though that a girl getting a guy she has never met before to put his number in her phone when she was drunk at a bar would cause her to have second thoughts later in the week.
I drank 3 tall boy Ziegenbock cans at the Rangers game I went to last year and was perfectly fine. Although if I drink a large enough quantity of any draft beer I will be on my deathbed the next day.
Congrats, friend – got mine this past December. You will feel a huge weight lifted off your shoulders as you walk across the stage today. Cheers to deeper pockets and new beginnings, CD.
1. As someone who has lived in Texas their whole life, you are wrong.
2. As someone who took a solo trip to San Diego earlier this year (first time in Cali, also) during his week off before starting a new job, it is fine to list California as the 2nd best state to be from. San Diego is not mentioned enough when people talk about California. Beautiful scenery, beautiful women, great food, and plenty of entertainment options. Plus, there is a beach (part of Ocean Beach I believe) where leash laws are not enforced, so you can just go and pet as many of the leash-free dogs that are running around as you please.
Excellent take, Madoff. I saw ZZ Top with my dad in March and saw Def Leppard/Reo Speedwagon last year with a buddy that grew up on classic rock like I did. Nothing beats seeing those iconic bands that have been around for 3-4 decades, and seeing them with people that appreciate the music just as much as you do tops it all off.
Your first paragraph describes my situation word for word. My parents were 34 when I was born so they’re in their early 60s now, and my childless aunt and uncle had their will drawn up during the holidays last year and made me the executor of their estate. It sucks coming to the realization that the people who you relied on for so long will soon be relying on you. People (myself included) bitch about bills, jobs, lack of free time, and all the other drawbacks that come with postgrad life; but all those pale in comparison to dealing with the fact that our parents aren’t those immortal big elm trees, even though we’ve always viewed them that way.
Friends, today is Casual Friday, as Delta Whiskey pointed out earlier. Therefore I’ll be establishing myself as the alpha dog in the office by letting my chest hair blow freely in the a/c’s cool breeze. May our coffee be strong and our bosses be lax today. Cheers
1st off, I ride with Whataburger till the death. 2nd, every 5 Guys burger I’ve had (I’ve eaten there maybe 10 times) has melted in my mouth. And I guess you haven’t had their delicious Cajun seasoned fries, which they literally give you a large brown bag full of. Saying Red Robin is better than those two chains is straight bananaland.
Hitting the Golden Nugget (Lake Charles version) for a bud’s bday tonight so please send some prayers up for your boy.
Preach. I live in the swamps 100 miles east of Houston and drink nothing but the hot stuff.
Went to Key West for a bachelor party in 2014, and we deplaned on the tarmac because the airport there is about the size of a large shed. Never felt more baller in my life when we got off the plane though.
This is where I slot myself in. I’m 6’5/225lbs (humblebrag) and played all through high school. The minimal offensive skills I had back then are definitely not there now so I put all my efforts to setting screens, defense, and rebounding while trying not to cough up a lung running up and down the court.
Nice
I don’t know what Boston guy’s deal is, I’d be psyched to walk in to my kitchen and see my bud getting some “you know” from a nice lady.
As of last week I can attest that “Soo I’ve got bad news. I totally forgot that I had agreed to a birthday party dinner tonight. Can we reschedule?” means she didn’t have a birthday party to attend and had no desire to reschedule. Who would’ve though that a girl getting a guy she has never met before to put his number in her phone when she was drunk at a bar would cause her to have second thoughts later in the week.
I drank 3 tall boy Ziegenbock cans at the Rangers game I went to last year and was perfectly fine. Although if I drink a large enough quantity of any draft beer I will be on my deathbed the next day.
Also, I’m sure I’ll get downvoted for this, but Ziegenbock>Shiner any day of the week.
My dad has always drank Miller Lite and driven Chevy trucks (not at the same time), so that is what your boy is always gonna do.
Congrats, friend – got mine this past December. You will feel a huge weight lifted off your shoulders as you walk across the stage today. Cheers to deeper pockets and new beginnings, CD.
1. As someone who has lived in Texas their whole life, you are wrong.
2. As someone who took a solo trip to San Diego earlier this year (first time in Cali, also) during his week off before starting a new job, it is fine to list California as the 2nd best state to be from. San Diego is not mentioned enough when people talk about California. Beautiful scenery, beautiful women, great food, and plenty of entertainment options. Plus, there is a beach (part of Ocean Beach I believe) where leash laws are not enforced, so you can just go and pet as many of the leash-free dogs that are running around as you please.
Excellent take, Madoff. I saw ZZ Top with my dad in March and saw Def Leppard/Reo Speedwagon last year with a buddy that grew up on classic rock like I did. Nothing beats seeing those iconic bands that have been around for 3-4 decades, and seeing them with people that appreciate the music just as much as you do tops it all off.
I am offended that fictional Ben turned down an ice cold Miller Lite and instead chose to double down on Mich Ultras. This is very bad for our brand.
Your first paragraph describes my situation word for word. My parents were 34 when I was born so they’re in their early 60s now, and my childless aunt and uncle had their will drawn up during the holidays last year and made me the executor of their estate. It sucks coming to the realization that the people who you relied on for so long will soon be relying on you. People (myself included) bitch about bills, jobs, lack of free time, and all the other drawbacks that come with postgrad life; but all those pale in comparison to dealing with the fact that our parents aren’t those immortal big elm trees, even though we’ve always viewed them that way.
At least some Bens are out there getting solid action on dating apps
Friends, today is Casual Friday, as Delta Whiskey pointed out earlier. Therefore I’ll be establishing myself as the alpha dog in the office by letting my chest hair blow freely in the a/c’s cool breeze. May our coffee be strong and our bosses be lax today. Cheers
“Knuck if you Buck” is the only good (legal) alternative to coffee.
1st off, I ride with Whataburger till the death. 2nd, every 5 Guys burger I’ve had (I’ve eaten there maybe 10 times) has melted in my mouth. And I guess you haven’t had their delicious Cajun seasoned fries, which they literally give you a large brown bag full of. Saying Red Robin is better than those two chains is straight bananaland.
I don’t even think Duda could come up with a take this bad.