The imagery of this scene is absolutely glorious. Her mouth open, nostrils flaring, and messy bun bouncing around as she snapped her head towards Todd. Her lip quivers as she builds up an on-demand waterworks show. The tears aren’t genuine. She knows that. He knows that. But she wouldn’t hesitate to verbally castrate him if Todd ever worked up the fortitude to call her out. And speaking of Todd…
Todd, Todd, Todd… You sly serpent…
His face of exasperation that says “the fuck you gonna do about it?” Cradling the cup of his life force that may or may not have a little bourbon in it. After all, I’m sure he bought a bottle while at the Derby. Plus it helps ease off the hangover a little more smoothly. Maybe he calmly scratches his balls: a silent yet menacing final touch on just how done he is with her shit. But now ain’t the time or place for a break up ensuing fight. The seed of resentment has been planted. Now it’s time to water that motherfucker.
I see you DeFries… You ain’t done. You’re nowhere near the end. You’re only getting started.
“It’ll take at least 2 years before you even remotely understand the process flow here.”
I lasted 7 months. I tried to jump ship but they canned me before I could. They cited “lack of motivation.” I was asking for more work and responsibility on a daily basis.
I enjoy ‘dro and guns way too much (but not at the same time – shoot safe, kids!) to ever be bound by an HOA. I refuse to give up on the “house on a hill” dream as well.
I’ll add one to the shirt column: linen button down. Breezy and comfy, and it’s a nice step above the golf polo. It doesn’t quite scream “old money,” but it hints that you’re gonna retire early, pound domestic light beer and smoke cigars on the golf course, and shamelessly hit on the neighborhood moms. It’s a power move that your old man will respect.
“Everyone assumes you’re either stupid or a slacker.”
I feel this on so many levels. Graduated college in a STEM field and immediately went into retail. Combination of a fucked up economy, some university fuckery, and some fuck ups on my part. Overall, I knew I could do a good job – I just needed my big break. I’m a gear head so I slung auto parts for a couple years. I always got the “You should be an engineer/designer/technician/etc… What are you doing here?” Waiting on the economy to recover, bruh. Trying to find an employer willing to take a risk on me for an entry level job. $8.50/hour sucks even in a low cost of living town. And management refused to promote me because “you’re just gonna leave as soon as you find the right job.” I was dumping my resume in five major cities in the area it took three years for me to get a job offer in my field.
You never know a person’s story, whether it’s in food service, retail, labor, etc. I used to have the “you’re a slacker” mentality. Three years of living on the other side gives you a lot of perspective. Now I try to pay forward the encouragement and motivation I needed when I was in that boat.
“a veteran move the girls or Finn hadn’t taken into consideration”
“luckily her account is private so she didn’t see the Derby photos”
Todd, you slick motherfucker. You have hoodwinked us all. You’re a schemer. You play dumb or go along with Girl just to maintain the peace but deep down, you’re 3 moves ahead. My man…
“Know what your dollar is worth” ranks in the top 5 bits of wisdom I’ve received. If $5/hour had the purchasing power of a $50k/year salary, would you even need a $15/hour minimum wage? Much less, a minimum wage at all? Rampant inflation will destroy your purchasing power faster than a sub-par wage.
(I’m a shameless economic theory nerd. Keep more articles like this coming.)
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Lawrence, Swift, and Schumer are the reasons why we have the phrase “never stick your dick in crazy.”
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Engineers are the stoners always giggling about a car that runs on water or some shit.
“How. Dare. You.”
The imagery of this scene is absolutely glorious. Her mouth open, nostrils flaring, and messy bun bouncing around as she snapped her head towards Todd. Her lip quivers as she builds up an on-demand waterworks show. The tears aren’t genuine. She knows that. He knows that. But she wouldn’t hesitate to verbally castrate him if Todd ever worked up the fortitude to call her out. And speaking of Todd…
Todd, Todd, Todd… You sly serpent…
His face of exasperation that says “the fuck you gonna do about it?” Cradling the cup of his life force that may or may not have a little bourbon in it. After all, I’m sure he bought a bottle while at the Derby. Plus it helps ease off the hangover a little more smoothly. Maybe he calmly scratches his balls: a silent yet menacing final touch on just how done he is with her shit. But now ain’t the time or place for a break up ensuing fight. The seed of resentment has been planted. Now it’s time to water that motherfucker.
I see you DeFries… You ain’t done. You’re nowhere near the end. You’re only getting started.
Anything Indian. I shouldn’t have to explain this one.
If you graduated college with a Brooks Brothers suit, you’re on the wrong fucking website.
“My sister’s new husband made out with a bride’s maid on the dance floor of the reception.”
The balls on this guy… Meanwhile, I struggle with having a conversation with, well, anyone.
Preach. Good sweet tea should also be slightly viscous from the ridiculous sugar content.
“It’ll take at least 2 years before you even remotely understand the process flow here.”
I lasted 7 months. I tried to jump ship but they canned me before I could. They cited “lack of motivation.” I was asking for more work and responsibility on a daily basis.
Shooting Turkey, JFC…. I got flashbacks and an instant hangover just reading that.
I enjoy ‘dro and guns way too much (but not at the same time – shoot safe, kids!) to ever be bound by an HOA. I refuse to give up on the “house on a hill” dream as well.
ugh…. HTML coding can eat a buffet of dicks
I’ll add one to the shirt column: linen button down. Breezy and comfy, and it’s a nice step above the golf polo. It doesn’t quite scream “old money,” but it hints that you’re gonna retire early, pound domestic light beer and smoke cigars on the golf course, and shamelessly hit on the neighborhood moms. It’s a power move that your old man will respect.
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Confirmed: Nived_Neirbo is into birds.
“Everyone assumes you’re either stupid or a slacker.”
I feel this on so many levels. Graduated college in a STEM field and immediately went into retail. Combination of a fucked up economy, some university fuckery, and some fuck ups on my part. Overall, I knew I could do a good job – I just needed my big break. I’m a gear head so I slung auto parts for a couple years. I always got the “You should be an engineer/designer/technician/etc… What are you doing here?” Waiting on the economy to recover, bruh. Trying to find an employer willing to take a risk on me for an entry level job. $8.50/hour sucks even in a low cost of living town. And management refused to promote me because “you’re just gonna leave as soon as you find the right job.” I was dumping my resume in five major cities in the area it took three years for me to get a job offer in my field.
You never know a person’s story, whether it’s in food service, retail, labor, etc. I used to have the “you’re a slacker” mentality. Three years of living on the other side gives you a lot of perspective. Now I try to pay forward the encouragement and motivation I needed when I was in that boat.
I’ll nominate Tom Woods for that debate too. Just as entertaining to listen to as Sowell, but a different approach.
“a veteran move the girls or Finn hadn’t taken into consideration”
“luckily her account is private so she didn’t see the Derby photos”
Todd, you slick motherfucker. You have hoodwinked us all. You’re a schemer. You play dumb or go along with Girl just to maintain the peace but deep down, you’re 3 moves ahead. My man…
via GIPHY
“Know what your dollar is worth” ranks in the top 5 bits of wisdom I’ve received. If $5/hour had the purchasing power of a $50k/year salary, would you even need a $15/hour minimum wage? Much less, a minimum wage at all? Rampant inflation will destroy your purchasing power faster than a sub-par wage.
(I’m a shameless economic theory nerd. Keep more articles like this coming.)
Changed my mind on the Foreman Grill, and provided a solid Austin Powers reference. A+ reporting, Madoff. Take Monday off. Enjoy a 3 day weekend.