Red Dirt Country. You prefer to actually listen to music that comes from quality songwriting.
Nashville country. You like to listen to songs about being on the creekbed, drinking a 6-pack, cranking up some Skynyrd while you sit in your cube in the metropolitan city where you probably grew up in.
I don’t mind weekday sleepovers, as long as they’re at my apartment. I need to sleep in my bed, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still like sex before and after sleeping.
There aren’t many snow plow in the south to clear roads and when they salt roads, they waaayyyyy overdo it to the point it actually makes the roads slicker. When everyone was sent home early on Tuesday, I just stayed at my office and worked until late when the roads had cleared and made it home in 15 minutes. Complete ridiculousness.
I can’t stand to be in a bathroom dropping a load while someone else is doing the same. It’s not from embarrassment or anything, it’s just that I can’t stand to smell someone else’s fresh shit. Every man enjoys his own brew, but I’ll pass on smelling someone else’s prize.
“What are you thinking about?”, “I don’t know, whatever you want to do” and then disagreeing with whatever you pick, going through your phone, “Pinning” a wedding on Pinterest without even having a boyfriend….. All signs of batshit craziness
What is the correct tip amount at an Asian buffet or Genghis Grille where they only bring you a drink and the occasional refill if you’re lucky? I always tip 20+% at a regular service restaurant.
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His dance moved are unrivaled.
I expected a girl that writes about other people’s clothes to be riding in the trunk of a cab solicited by closeted homosexuals.
I’ve always liked redheads, but I’m not gonna lie, they terrify me too. All the ones I know are silent crazy. If you dump them, your dog dies.
Red Dirt Country. You prefer to actually listen to music that comes from quality songwriting.
Nashville country. You like to listen to songs about being on the creekbed, drinking a 6-pack, cranking up some Skynyrd while you sit in your cube in the metropolitan city where you probably grew up in.
I don’t mind weekday sleepovers, as long as they’re at my apartment. I need to sleep in my bed, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still like sex before and after sleeping.
Seriously. I hate Sunday brunch. I want fast food and to go lay back down on my couch and watch Netflix.
There aren’t many snow plow in the south to clear roads and when they salt roads, they waaayyyyy overdo it to the point it actually makes the roads slicker. When everyone was sent home early on Tuesday, I just stayed at my office and worked until late when the roads had cleared and made it home in 15 minutes. Complete ridiculousness.
Sloppy Bob will really pound that snoot for ya. He knows how you like it extra sloppy.
I can’t stand to be in a bathroom dropping a load while someone else is doing the same. It’s not from embarrassment or anything, it’s just that I can’t stand to smell someone else’s fresh shit. Every man enjoys his own brew, but I’ll pass on smelling someone else’s prize.
#1 is one of the greatest things I’ve ever heard
“What are you thinking about?”, “I don’t know, whatever you want to do” and then disagreeing with whatever you pick, going through your phone, “Pinning” a wedding on Pinterest without even having a boyfriend….. All signs of batshit craziness
Please let Hangout Festival be like this in May
Is Wrightsville Beach as great as I’ve heard?
Has to be Myrtle Beach, and not North Myrtle. They don’t call it the Dirty Myrty for nothing.
I think you’ve won this comment section.
Selfies, close ups, skinny arm, duck face, Marylin Monroe quote all equal immediate swipe left
It could not have been said any better
Don’t down vote this. It happens sometimes even when she’s not on her period.
Every single time. You end up pissing on your bathroom magazine collection.
What is the correct tip amount at an Asian buffet or Genghis Grille where they only bring you a drink and the occasional refill if you’re lucky? I always tip 20+% at a regular service restaurant.