In defense of my laziness, the local Indian diner’s curry tastes WAY better than mine. So I keep the place open stuffing my fat face with tikka masala and coriander chicken on a regular basis.
Couldn’t bring yourself to mention pizza? Wine and pizza. Can’t get much more basic than that. Throw in Netflix and “fluent in sarcasm” and you got 90% of Tinder bios wrapped up in an article.
Got a bottle of 4 Roses Single Barrel that I’m working on. I was a bit disappointed with it. Larceny has been a great budget bourbon. Cause you know… money and student loans. PGP
whoa whoa whoa…. Back the fucking trolley into the station. There is a huge, massive fucking difference between me wanting to get my vinegar strokes once or thrice in an evening, and actually passing on my DNA. It ain’t the same league. It ain’t even the same fucking sport. Wrong audience for that whole “we can’t have a baby” thing. We’re a population of Trojans and Plan B crushed up in the pancake batter. Come on, man.
Goddamn, this fucked me up. Just this morning, I submitted a wall post about a Tinder match being more excited to see me than college friends. This weekend is homecoming and I’m not going because… well… why should I? No one else is going. Low key trying not to cry in my cube right now. Treasure these moments, Krist. They’re not guaranteed. They don’t last forever. And sometimes, they don’t come at all. Take advantage of what you have while it’s here.
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Also – shameless 007 fanboy. Appreciated the Spectre reference, DeFries.
Please be ole girl from the Derby…
In defense of my laziness, the local Indian diner’s curry tastes WAY better than mine. So I keep the place open stuffing my fat face with tikka masala and coriander chicken on a regular basis.
My favorite part of this article is the subtle shade being thrown at a certain Grandex “writer.”
No brunch invite texts. PGP
8 months. 2 acquaintances. 0 friends.
Couldn’t bring yourself to mention pizza? Wine and pizza. Can’t get much more basic than that. Throw in Netflix and “fluent in sarcasm” and you got 90% of Tinder bios wrapped up in an article.
They hiring? Totally NOT asking for a friend.
Couldn’t even finish reading. I turn 30 in December and I already have enough anxiety about it. This just gave me cold sweats.
Picked up a bottle of bourbon barrel aged wine for $10 and drank the whole thing while watching a bad movie on Saturday night. Slept like a rock.
Got a bottle of 4 Roses Single Barrel that I’m working on. I was a bit disappointed with it. Larceny has been a great budget bourbon. Cause you know… money and student loans. PGP
Woodford. Respect.
We already like his gf better than yours, Todd.
I never laid claim to anything. Just saying there’s a difference. I’m on your side.
whoa whoa whoa…. Back the fucking trolley into the station. There is a huge, massive fucking difference between me wanting to get my vinegar strokes once or thrice in an evening, and actually passing on my DNA. It ain’t the same league. It ain’t even the same fucking sport. Wrong audience for that whole “we can’t have a baby” thing. We’re a population of Trojans and Plan B crushed up in the pancake batter. Come on, man.
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Goddamn, this fucked me up. Just this morning, I submitted a wall post about a Tinder match being more excited to see me than college friends. This weekend is homecoming and I’m not going because… well… why should I? No one else is going. Low key trying not to cry in my cube right now. Treasure these moments, Krist. They’re not guaranteed. They don’t last forever. And sometimes, they don’t come at all. Take advantage of what you have while it’s here.
This hit way too close to home.
No judgment. We all have our preferences.
Also – Caroline is thicc. Would.