I dedicate almost the entirety of my drive to my ultimate goal of being able to rap-along to every part in Wu-Tang Clan’s “Triumph” every day. Raekwon’s verse is my white whale.
Better description than my current job: ✓
Better location than my current job: ✓
More koozies than my current job: ✓
“At least a couple of days”: ✓
Snacks: ✓
I’m going go have a good, silent cry in the Accounting bathroom.
Holding onto inhibitions like that from a past relationship really sour your anonymous persona, but kudos to you for accepting his personal preferences despite his blatant regard for your own.
I once made the grave mistake of using the Back Bay station bathroom at around 11pm in Boston, waiting for my train. I was stuck between two stalls, both occupied by homeless men. On my left, a man was hitting himself, then a slow sigh of relief was released, and a used syringe dropped to the floor about 4 inches from my foot. To my right, were the audible sounds of a man receiving fellatio from another man, which sounded strangely like something you’d hear at a dentist’s office. A wave of drunk paranoia fell over me and I couldn’t finish my business, and instead to it to the train, which was even more unpleasant.
Guilty of this, except substitute “good buzz” with “one drink from kicked out” and you’ll have “Bogey, the guy who yells ‘Wagon Wheel’ at the end of every set played by the solo guitarist”.
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#3 is hogwash – I do not discriminate ass as long as it’s taut and bountiful.
I’m pretty ok with being in the armpit of “Rich” and “baseball”.
Can I still question whether to “turn down” for any particular reason?
“Failure to Launch”. PGP
The details of this article and your pen name feel so wrong together…but if it’s wrong, I don’t want to be right.
Damn it.
http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p98/badwolf07/Gifs/judgement.gif
I dedicate almost the entirety of my drive to my ultimate goal of being able to rap-along to every part in Wu-Tang Clan’s “Triumph” every day. Raekwon’s verse is my white whale.
Better description than my current job: ✓
Better location than my current job: ✓
More koozies than my current job: ✓
“At least a couple of days”: ✓
Snacks: ✓
I’m going go have a good, silent cry in the Accounting bathroom.
And here I thought you couldn’t out-do the original.
http://gselevator.wordpress.com/2013/05/31/congratulations-summer-interns-of-2013-grab-a-pen-here-are-a-few-words-of-wisdom/
Holding onto inhibitions like that from a past relationship really sour your anonymous persona, but kudos to you for accepting his personal preferences despite his blatant regard for your own.
Crew socks are a surefire indicator as well.
It’s a secret.
If it’s more Bran storyline, I might press my own eyeballs out…
’01 Accord with the premium cloth and 5-speed – get at me.
I once made the grave mistake of using the Back Bay station bathroom at around 11pm in Boston, waiting for my train. I was stuck between two stalls, both occupied by homeless men. On my left, a man was hitting himself, then a slow sigh of relief was released, and a used syringe dropped to the floor about 4 inches from my foot. To my right, were the audible sounds of a man receiving fellatio from another man, which sounded strangely like something you’d hear at a dentist’s office. A wave of drunk paranoia fell over me and I couldn’t finish my business, and instead to it to the train, which was even more unpleasant.
90% chance my search for an obligatory gif just got flagged…
Guilty of this, except substitute “good buzz” with “one drink from kicked out” and you’ll have “Bogey, the guy who yells ‘Wagon Wheel’ at the end of every set played by the solo guitarist”.