It’s great because prior to the season, half the team came out and said that not only do they think they are the team to beat in the NL, but that everyone else thinks that way as well. That kind of arrogant natitude puts a smile on my face when I see them out of the playoff chase.
What I have come to realize is that I never get as excited about a win as a do pissed about a loss. Nothing ruins my Monday like spending all day at work praying Jordy Nelson won’t get 8 points on MNF knowing he easily will.
PS. Doug Martin is my Lamar Miller. I fell for that little bastard two years in a row now. He’s the co-pilot on my all-plane crash team along with Matt Holliday.
It’s been done a million times over. Meek Mill is trying to increase his popularity, so he goes after a top dog like Aubrey with some good ol’ fashion shit talk. If Aubrey retaliates then he is, in-effect, bringing Mr. Mill up to his level. When Jay-Z and company launched Roc Nation Sports, Mr. Hova went right after Scott Boras with some slanderous jabs, then Roc Nation landed Robinson Cano to a $240M contract, swiping him from Boras. It’s an old hockey trick.
It has to be an interesting situation every time girls night/brunch happens and the table setting looks ‘gram-able and everyone kind of looks around thinking the same thing. “I’m gonna be the one ‘gramming this. Back the fuck off.” But no one says a word because they can’t openly be a self-absorbed cunt. So then it’s just a non-verbal arms race to snap the pic, apply the perfect filter and caption, and post it. Being the winner isn’t always the best though. As you gather likes you are now the recipient of backhanded compliments the rest of the night.
What if Mark Allen was unaware of this lady’s husband? It’s possible. It’s not fair to blast Mark’s name all over the internet. What if this couple just left marriage counseling and they were advised to go see a braves game together? And what if their marriage is falling apart because of her husband’s crippling alcoholism and sporadic violence? While none of these are probable, they are possible, so without knowing or caring about these people’s lives, the best move here is to just mind your own fucking business IMO.
Plot twist: Todd’s fiance has been out of town for a month on a mission trip in Honduras missing Valentine’s day. Todd had blue balls and figured matching with some lonely chick on Hinge days before valentines day would make for an easy smash. Todd used his Michigan degree to land him a great job in finance, but he had to move across the country for it. His fiance came with him because she couldn’t miss out on his bright future and earning potential. She’s on a mission trip because she’s heavily involved with the church because Todd’s income allows her to not work and her church involvement is her way of feeling like a valuable member of society. Hinge was a safe place because no one Hinge would have a clue who he or his fiance is considering they are both transplants. Now he feels slightly guilty about cheating and he really needs to “get after it” at happy hour. Todd has been fooling around. I knew it.
-Pulling the fuck out of your putt, “What? It broke left!”
-“Wow, great lag!” in full sincerity after you leave an 18 footer a foot short.
-“Let the club do the work”
-“How bout that Jordan Speith kid?”
-Blading one out of the sand without making contact with a single grain of sand. “They need to put more sand in here.”
Me: What’s your handicap?
Dad Golfer: My swing. hahahahahaha
Me: -_-
-“That’s a good miss.”
-“Ah, Dammit (own name). You gotta hit the ball, (wife’s name)”
-Mentioning “The 19th hole” 3-4 times throughout the round as if will forever be a clever way of referring to the clubhouse bar.
“I tell ya what, a bad day at the course sure beats a good day at work.(chuckles)”
-Spending a good 5 minutes at the cleat cleaner before entering the clubhouse after the round.
-“This a par 5?” on a 400yd par 4.
But you can’t use it like you just did. You used it like someone who never uses it but wants to be “hip” would use it. You have to say “bruh savage af” followed by 4 laughing w/ tears emoji.
It’s great because prior to the season, half the team came out and said that not only do they think they are the team to beat in the NL, but that everyone else thinks that way as well. That kind of arrogant natitude puts a smile on my face when I see them out of the playoff chase.
If you suck absolute dick at golf, I can see how playing alone can be a total drag.
He did kind of get forced into a relationship. He needs to break it off and work on himself right now.
What I have come to realize is that I never get as excited about a win as a do pissed about a loss. Nothing ruins my Monday like spending all day at work praying Jordy Nelson won’t get 8 points on MNF knowing he easily will.
PS. Doug Martin is my Lamar Miller. I fell for that little bastard two years in a row now. He’s the co-pilot on my all-plane crash team along with Matt Holliday.
Nah. I prefer natural selection.
It’s been done a million times over. Meek Mill is trying to increase his popularity, so he goes after a top dog like Aubrey with some good ol’ fashion shit talk. If Aubrey retaliates then he is, in-effect, bringing Mr. Mill up to his level. When Jay-Z and company launched Roc Nation Sports, Mr. Hova went right after Scott Boras with some slanderous jabs, then Roc Nation landed Robinson Cano to a $240M contract, swiping him from Boras. It’s an old hockey trick.
Happy #NationalCheesecakeDay, Will.
It has to be an interesting situation every time girls night/brunch happens and the table setting looks ‘gram-able and everyone kind of looks around thinking the same thing. “I’m gonna be the one ‘gramming this. Back the fuck off.” But no one says a word because they can’t openly be a self-absorbed cunt. So then it’s just a non-verbal arms race to snap the pic, apply the perfect filter and caption, and post it. Being the winner isn’t always the best though. As you gather likes you are now the recipient of backhanded compliments the rest of the night.
Flat out 10. Unicorn status.
The Norwegian chick is insanely hot, my god..
What was the real intent here: to call this lady out, or to make a viral tweet?
What if Mark Allen was unaware of this lady’s husband? It’s possible. It’s not fair to blast Mark’s name all over the internet. What if this couple just left marriage counseling and they were advised to go see a braves game together? And what if their marriage is falling apart because of her husband’s crippling alcoholism and sporadic violence? While none of these are probable, they are possible, so without knowing or caring about these people’s lives, the best move here is to just mind your own fucking business IMO.
Plot twist: Todd’s fiance has been out of town for a month on a mission trip in Honduras missing Valentine’s day. Todd had blue balls and figured matching with some lonely chick on Hinge days before valentines day would make for an easy smash. Todd used his Michigan degree to land him a great job in finance, but he had to move across the country for it. His fiance came with him because she couldn’t miss out on his bright future and earning potential. She’s on a mission trip because she’s heavily involved with the church because Todd’s income allows her to not work and her church involvement is her way of feeling like a valuable member of society. Hinge was a safe place because no one Hinge would have a clue who he or his fiance is considering they are both transplants. Now he feels slightly guilty about cheating and he really needs to “get after it” at happy hour. Todd has been fooling around. I knew it.
Todd is fooling around, isn’t he?
Sorry for stealing your honors. I’m just playing “ready” golf.
-Pulling the fuck out of your putt, “What? It broke left!”
-“Wow, great lag!” in full sincerity after you leave an 18 footer a foot short.
-“Let the club do the work”
-“How bout that Jordan Speith kid?”
-Blading one out of the sand without making contact with a single grain of sand. “They need to put more sand in here.”
Me: What’s your handicap?
Dad Golfer: My swing. hahahahahaha
Me: -_-
-“That’s a good miss.”
-“Ah, Dammit (own name). You gotta hit the ball, (wife’s name)”
-Mentioning “The 19th hole” 3-4 times throughout the round as if will forever be a clever way of referring to the clubhouse bar.
“I tell ya what, a bad day at the course sure beats a good day at work.(chuckles)”
-Spending a good 5 minutes at the cleat cleaner before entering the clubhouse after the round.
-“This a par 5?” on a 400yd par 4.
I’m positive Eva thinks she’s much wittier than she actually is.
But you can’t use it like you just did. You used it like someone who never uses it but wants to be “hip” would use it. You have to say “bruh savage af” followed by 4 laughing w/ tears emoji.