Activity dates are the best because they show if a person is competitive or not. If he can’t handle a friendly wager over a game of mini golf, there’s no way he can tolerate playoff hockey season.
I fell on a patch of ice outside my apartment. Saw my foot go all the way around and heard it snap. A sight and sound I will never forget. Turns out I shattered my ankle and broke my fibula. 50 stitches later I am now the proud owner of a metal plate, 3 wires, and 12 screws in my leg.
Literally watching that episode of the office as I type this. Also at my parents house for a month with a broken ankle so getting fed like a damn queen, tonight was sausage and tortellini soup.
I’ve lived in four states (NY, WV, FL, and MA) and everywhere besides MA calls them Samoas, I move here and they try and sell me Caramel De’Lites…wtf?!
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The only bottled water that matters is Poland Spring.
Sweet eight pound, six ounce newborn baby Jesus we need an edit button and I need a nap.
It’s call “peacocking” according the the 2008 VH1 series, The Pickup Artist.
Great sweater with a button down under it gets the best of both.
Are you Andy Bernard from The Office?
Activity dates are the best because they show if a person is competitive or not. If he can’t handle a friendly wager over a game of mini golf, there’s no way he can tolerate playoff hockey season.
I fell on a patch of ice outside my apartment. Saw my foot go all the way around and heard it snap. A sight and sound I will never forget. Turns out I shattered my ankle and broke my fibula. 50 stitches later I am now the proud owner of a metal plate, 3 wires, and 12 screws in my leg.
Bagel bites. Still at my parents house with a broken leg and my mom thought to get me a “treat”.
Hanging in there, stitches come out and I switch to a boot in two weeks! Sorry for my lack of sups.
Sup?
Literally watching that episode of the office as I type this. Also at my parents house for a month with a broken ankle so getting fed like a damn queen, tonight was sausage and tortellini soup.
Always keep a backup in your desk drawer.
I did the same. Apparently saying “What the fuck is this?” to a group of 8 year old girls is socially unacceptable.
I’ve lived in four states (NY, WV, FL, and MA) and everywhere besides MA calls them Samoas, I move here and they try and sell me Caramel De’Lites…wtf?!
Just call yourself Mr. Brunch
I’m finishing my Masters next May and going to law school after. Sup?
If pale and clammy (at the moment) is what you’re into than I’m your gal
Still have the flu, still being pumped with fluids
I have the flu,so lots of fluids
Margs and early ’00s emo/pop punk if I ever make it to Houston?