I borrowed my dad’s mower on Saturday to do my yard because my mower is out of commission at the moment. I returned it to him later that day still in perfect working condition, with a full tank of gas, and the bag emptied. However, I was in a hurry and did not rinse it off before returning it (he was not home when I returned it). My dad is very meticulous about his lawn equipment being squeaky clean, so I got an angry phone call later that evening because he wanted to know why his mower had a thin layer of pollen/dust covering it. You would’ve thought I totaled his truck while driving drunk or something. So it is very possible to be an upstanding, tax-paying, gainfully employed citizen and still disappoint your parents at age 27.
Absolutely cannot wait to make the trip to Houston Monday afternoon with my dad to be at Minute Maid and toast a few 24oz. Miller Lites while that beautiful new World Series banner gets raised. Look for us on the ESPN broadcast, we’ll be the 27 and 62 year-olds crying in section 110.
Fair question, but to be more clear they were all road trips. We weren’t jet-setting all over the world or anything. Also, I was saving up so I could comfortably afford to buy a house with a 15 year mortgage, which I did in December. I’m not trying to spend over 1/3 of my life paying off a house.
An ex and I both did the living at home while dating thing for a little over a year. Her dad didn’t care for me staying the night at their house, so I didn’t. My parents are a little more progressive and didn’t care if she stayed the night, so she stayed the night a few times per week. You just have to learn how to bump uglies quietly most of the time, and take full advantage of having the house to yourselves. We were both around 25-26 at the time so we were financially stable enough in our postgrad jobs to take off on weekend trips alone semi-regularly, because like Bill Nye alluded to earlier: there’s no better fuckin than hotel fuckin.
Heading to a beach cabin in Galveston to hang out with some teacher friends who are on spring break this week. Boiling crawsfish tonight while Beer Olympics is on the docket tomorrow. Both excited and slightly scared because teachers go HARD on their spring breaks.
I’m gonna be a rowdy boi while taking in William Clark Green and Whiskey Myers back-to-back this evening.
Amen. I pulled the trigger on solo tickets for both Foo Fighters and Jason Isbell concerts within the next month and I couldn’t be more thrilled.
Mark down Eric hitting up Rachel as the Lock of the Century.
*Extremely Texan voice* I guess you’ve never been to a Buc-ee’s then
I borrowed my dad’s mower on Saturday to do my yard because my mower is out of commission at the moment. I returned it to him later that day still in perfect working condition, with a full tank of gas, and the bag emptied. However, I was in a hurry and did not rinse it off before returning it (he was not home when I returned it). My dad is very meticulous about his lawn equipment being squeaky clean, so I got an angry phone call later that evening because he wanted to know why his mower had a thin layer of pollen/dust covering it. You would’ve thought I totaled his truck while driving drunk or something. So it is very possible to be an upstanding, tax-paying, gainfully employed citizen and still disappoint your parents at age 27.
Buddy I still can’t believe it actually happened
That is quite the pro tip. Good looking out, Guntherfelt.
Absolutely cannot wait to make the trip to Houston Monday afternoon with my dad to be at Minute Maid and toast a few 24oz. Miller Lites while that beautiful new World Series banner gets raised. Look for us on the ESPN broadcast, we’ll be the 27 and 62 year-olds crying in section 110.
@LAPD
Fair question, but to be more clear they were all road trips. We weren’t jet-setting all over the world or anything. Also, I was saving up so I could comfortably afford to buy a house with a 15 year mortgage, which I did in December. I’m not trying to spend over 1/3 of my life paying off a house.
An ex and I both did the living at home while dating thing for a little over a year. Her dad didn’t care for me staying the night at their house, so I didn’t. My parents are a little more progressive and didn’t care if she stayed the night, so she stayed the night a few times per week. You just have to learn how to bump uglies quietly most of the time, and take full advantage of having the house to yourselves. We were both around 25-26 at the time so we were financially stable enough in our postgrad jobs to take off on weekend trips alone semi-regularly, because like Bill Nye alluded to earlier: there’s no better fuckin than hotel fuckin.
Heading to a beach cabin in Galveston to hang out with some teacher friends who are on spring break this week. Boiling crawsfish tonight while Beer Olympics is on the docket tomorrow. Both excited and slightly scared because teachers go HARD on their spring breaks.
Shoutout to vyvanse for keeping me motivated to crunch debits and credits every M-F.
Shoutout to the #MustardBoyz
No better way to relieve yourself than by hanging brain outside on a warm spring day.
I NEED for Tyler to be there and go scorched earth while brownout at the reception about how Todd and Girl are bad for each other.
Reading “We never didn’t have a boat” gave me heartburn.
Also this article is ass.
Buddy why are you giving away our trade secrets all willy-nilly like this??
Sure, if you choose to interpret it that way..
Pull up then