The PFG is a godsend on a hot day. Plus, you can slowly work those buttons down for a modest, yet healthy display of chest hair as the game day rolls along.
As a white guy in my 20’s, some of my favorite daydrink by the pool options are Wade Boggs Tampa Bay Devil Rays, John Kruk Philadelphia Phillies, Scottie Pippen Chicago Bulls, and Shaq Orlando Magic.
Got a date at the local minor league game tonight. Might go to a crawdad festival tomorrow. Not sure if I want to fight the crowd, so I might whip up some sangria and put out the vibe by the pool.
I feel you on this, Duda. A wise woman once told me, “The only person you spend your entire life with is YOU.” You’ve gotta learn to love yourself before you can love someone else. We all have flaws. Embrace the ones that make you your quirky, unique self. Fix the ones that are toxic and destructive to your health, your sanity, and interpersonal relationships. Maybe it all works out from there?
Ya boy balled out in coed beer league kickball last night. Took down 800 calories of Michelob Ultra before, during, and after the game. Pumped Tech N9ne Worldwide Choppers for my entire commute in this morning. Not sure who’s going to blow an O-ring first, the Keurig or me.
Well said! Layne Staley had this affect on me. The raw emotion of his vocals still shakes me today when I listen to his unplugged sessions and old AIC albums.
When I was a teen, he gave me something to latch onto when I was trying to get a handle on who I was and where the hell I belonged in the world. I can’t count how many times I shout sang along with Layne on nighttime drives with Jar of Flies and Dirt on full blast, tears in my eyes,
Layne and Kurt were the realest because what they sang was what they lived. It was a blessing and a curse; we get an inside view of their struggle when we listen to their music, yet ultimately their lifestyles took them into a place that was inescapable.
Man… this article was great. Thank you for sharing with us. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go listen to Nutshell and cut a few onions.
Working a half day then hopping on a plane to see my best friends for a boy’s weekend in Chicago. Forecast looks balmy with heavy consumption of Old Style, pizza, and hot dogs expected late into the evening. Already packed the Tums. Submitted my PTO request for a Monday recovery day,
I’m a purist, so I’ve gotta plug The Three Amigos: Corona, Pacifico, Modelo Especial. If you like sours, Dogfish Head Sea Quench Ale is brewed with lime and salt. Pretty fantastic.
Taking a hot little potato out to go fishing and drink Mich Ultras with me on the beach tomorrow. I have to come into work on Sunday morning though )-:
Gonna crush a Panera salad and soup combo before I go grab a few pints during trivia. I will shamelessly take down a basket of mozz sticks around 10:30 this evening.
Blasted some Skynyrd the entire ride into work this morning. Took a cold brew straight to the dome. Feels like my eyelids are doing the Harlem Shake. Can’t wait to kamikaze into a pitcher of the golden brew at 5 pm. Might smoke a heater or two, we’ll see.
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The PFG is a godsend on a hot day. Plus, you can slowly work those buttons down for a modest, yet healthy display of chest hair as the game day rolls along.
As a white guy in my 20’s, some of my favorite daydrink by the pool options are Wade Boggs Tampa Bay Devil Rays, John Kruk Philadelphia Phillies, Scottie Pippen Chicago Bulls, and Shaq Orlando Magic.
Hey remember when I posted this 9 months ago?
https://pgparchive.wpengine.com/im-not-looking-to-make-any-new-friends/
I’m a huge fan of the grub at Puckett’s.
Got a date at the local minor league game tonight. Might go to a crawdad festival tomorrow. Not sure if I want to fight the crowd, so I might whip up some sangria and put out the vibe by the pool.
Bummed about Parts Unknown. That’s my go-to when I eat chips & salsa and get hammered by myself on my couch.
I feel you on this, Duda. A wise woman once told me, “The only person you spend your entire life with is YOU.” You’ve gotta learn to love yourself before you can love someone else. We all have flaws. Embrace the ones that make you your quirky, unique self. Fix the ones that are toxic and destructive to your health, your sanity, and interpersonal relationships. Maybe it all works out from there?
Ya boy balled out in coed beer league kickball last night. Took down 800 calories of Michelob Ultra before, during, and after the game. Pumped Tech N9ne Worldwide Choppers for my entire commute in this morning. Not sure who’s going to blow an O-ring first, the Keurig or me.
Well said! Layne Staley had this affect on me. The raw emotion of his vocals still shakes me today when I listen to his unplugged sessions and old AIC albums.
When I was a teen, he gave me something to latch onto when I was trying to get a handle on who I was and where the hell I belonged in the world. I can’t count how many times I shout sang along with Layne on nighttime drives with Jar of Flies and Dirt on full blast, tears in my eyes,
Layne and Kurt were the realest because what they sang was what they lived. It was a blessing and a curse; we get an inside view of their struggle when we listen to their music, yet ultimately their lifestyles took them into a place that was inescapable.
Man… this article was great. Thank you for sharing with us. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go listen to Nutshell and cut a few onions.
Cheese eggs and strip steak with avocado toast
Working a half day then hopping on a plane to see my best friends for a boy’s weekend in Chicago. Forecast looks balmy with heavy consumption of Old Style, pizza, and hot dogs expected late into the evening. Already packed the Tums. Submitted my PTO request for a Monday recovery day,
#BUTTSTUFF2017
I’m a purist, so I’ve gotta plug The Three Amigos: Corona, Pacifico, Modelo Especial. If you like sours, Dogfish Head Sea Quench Ale is brewed with lime and salt. Pretty fantastic.
Taking a hot little potato out to go fishing and drink Mich Ultras with me on the beach tomorrow. I have to come into work on Sunday morning though )-:
Dude, I’d seen Westworld. I know people let their freak flag fly back then.
The Feel when you just submitted a column today about being the owner of the office candy dish 🙁
Gonna crush a Panera salad and soup combo before I go grab a few pints during trivia. I will shamelessly take down a basket of mozz sticks around 10:30 this evening.
Told my lady we’re having steak tonight… Happy Holidays
Blasted some Skynyrd the entire ride into work this morning. Took a cold brew straight to the dome. Feels like my eyelids are doing the Harlem Shake. Can’t wait to kamikaze into a pitcher of the golden brew at 5 pm. Might smoke a heater or two, we’ll see.
Blackened grouper, steamed asparagus, and a Stella Artois. New York Matinee called it “a playful but mysterious little dish.”