Was too hung over to email yesterday, but over the weekend I blacked out at a wedding back in my college town and threw up at Bob Evans on Sunday morning. The shame is real.
It’s Friday, the Tribe is playing at home this weekend, I don’t have to coach, and my favorite watering hole has Zombie Dust on tap. What a time to be alive.
I never got on the Twitter or Instagram game. Apart from the occasional FOMO when people here start talking about sliding into DMs, I don’t have any desire to dive in.
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Smashing cold brew and hanging out in Downtown Cleveland before going to Game 4 tonight.
Was too hung over to email yesterday, but over the weekend I blacked out at a wedding back in my college town and threw up at Bob Evans on Sunday morning. The shame is real.
Well then let’s make it happen, it seems like there’s enough of us around!
Half day of work before headed back to my college town for a wedding. Send prayers for my liver
Good to know that somewhere deep down, sober me is a very generous individual with no regard for his bank account.
I coach high schoolers and they wouldn’t be caught dead telling someone I’m cool. But I’m pretty ok with that
Sad news to wake up to this morning, RIP
Be careful what you wish for.
Sup?
It’s Friday, the Tribe is playing at home this weekend, I don’t have to coach, and my favorite watering hole has Zombie Dust on tap. What a time to be alive.
Well that was just an amateur move – clearly the holiday armadillo episode was the right play
“So you’re telliing me there’s a chance” – Duda
This is 100% Scarier than any of the above
This is straight heat for the after work road trip to Columbus #Blessed
I never got on the Twitter or Instagram game. Apart from the occasional FOMO when people here start talking about sliding into DMs, I don’t have any desire to dive in.
You know it! Sup?
The sun is shining, my only meeting is taking the interns out to lunch, and I’m going to the Cavs game tonight. What a time to be alive
Sup?
Please don’t let the Browns take a quarterback #1.
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