Girl with the dude who can’t find the finish line, it’s more than likely a medical condition. Turns out all of those commercials for RX drugs that give the running lists of side effects are indeed true.
Tonight, coyote hunting. Saturday, crockpot, watching Tiger, and then hoping my Cats can upset the inbred ‘Eers with the little Bogey. Sunday, vehicle detailing and a little magic trick I call “Watch me make these 12 beers disappear”.
I am a man of the people. If you want to know the questions your pal CIB faces on a weekly basis, then who am I to deny them. I’m putting you on notice PGP’ers, content is coming.
“Where did this beer come from?”, “Another rifle?”, “Why is there hockey on every night?” and “Who taught you to fold laundry?” are all some hits from just this week.
I too do not understand the differences men and women see in the same plate of glass. I can stand in there, thinking much of the same thoughts and be like “Yeah, you’re a little hairy, and yeah, you could’ve developed more, but let’s take this pony to the track”. Mrs Bogey on the other hand can come out looking like she’s ready for the cover of Vogue and “hate everything”.
College guy with the choice of the 6 or the smoke show: take the smoke show, you have the rest of your life to find chemistry, but you’re in you prime now. The 6 will be around down the road most likely and if not, you got better sex.
That’s on you for not recognizing the situation man. When you’re a Jack, you’re always second fiddle no matter how many times she tells you you aren’t.
Coming from someone who has self-destructive tendencies from time to time, you can still save this thing, but it’s not guaranteed or going to be easy. You may have to eat some crow, but if I’ve learned anything, it’s never truly over with anyone until they say it actually is. Chances are, she’s hoping and praying you’ll admit what an idiot you were and wants to put this behind you all.
Sometimes the fryer is a little to small for the potato, and sometimes the fryer gets a little too greasy to keep it in the bag. I’d recommend slowing it down a little or maybe switching leverage down to a lower setting.
I kept waiting for the “You know what would really help your game?” comment. So no, this isn’t the worst partner ever. But he will never be considered a good one either.
There really has to be someone at Grandex just chilling, with their inbox looking like Chris Christie’s daily calorie count, chock full of pics to share.
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Girl with the dude who can’t find the finish line, it’s more than likely a medical condition. Turns out all of those commercials for RX drugs that give the running lists of side effects are indeed true.
Tonight, coyote hunting. Saturday, crockpot, watching Tiger, and then hoping my Cats can upset the inbred ‘Eers with the little Bogey. Sunday, vehicle detailing and a little magic trick I call “Watch me make these 12 beers disappear”.
I am a man of the people. If you want to know the questions your pal CIB faces on a weekly basis, then who am I to deny them. I’m putting you on notice PGP’ers, content is coming.
“Where did this beer come from?”, “Another rifle?”, “Why is there hockey on every night?” and “Who taught you to fold laundry?” are all some hits from just this week.
I feel like some of us are former ERAC clones and need a support group.
I too do not understand the differences men and women see in the same plate of glass. I can stand in there, thinking much of the same thoughts and be like “Yeah, you’re a little hairy, and yeah, you could’ve developed more, but let’s take this pony to the track”. Mrs Bogey on the other hand can come out looking like she’s ready for the cover of Vogue and “hate everything”.
College guy with the choice of the 6 or the smoke show: take the smoke show, you have the rest of your life to find chemistry, but you’re in you prime now. The 6 will be around down the road most likely and if not, you got better sex.
That’s on you for not recognizing the situation man. When you’re a Jack, you’re always second fiddle no matter how many times she tells you you aren’t.
Coming from someone who has self-destructive tendencies from time to time, you can still save this thing, but it’s not guaranteed or going to be easy. You may have to eat some crow, but if I’ve learned anything, it’s never truly over with anyone until they say it actually is. Chances are, she’s hoping and praying you’ll admit what an idiot you were and wants to put this behind you all.
Sometimes the fryer is a little to small for the potato, and sometimes the fryer gets a little too greasy to keep it in the bag. I’d recommend slowing it down a little or maybe switching leverage down to a lower setting.
Pam was literally the WORST. Huge mistake by the Big Tuna to wife her up.
I kept waiting for the “You know what would really help your game?” comment. So no, this isn’t the worst partner ever. But he will never be considered a good one either.
Me-“Isn’t there anything else on?”
Her- “I’ve watched football for 13 weekends now, this won’t kill you”
Me-(internal fist pump)
There really has to be someone at Grandex just chilling, with their inbox looking like Chris Christie’s daily calorie count, chock full of pics to share.
To be almost 50, she can still get it. And I’ll fight anyone who disagrees with that opinion.
Only if it’s hung a couple of days. If it’s a fresh one, it’s like pulling wet underwear off in a dark room.
She needs a golden calculator to diviiiiiide
He doesn’t know whether to scratch his head or wind his watch…
Great Mike Lange line there to close.
This thread really is the best thing I’ve read all week.