Hey it’s no problem for me, I’m out of the dating pool. I’m just saying there is some flawed logic behind telling a group of people they have a problem and then not offering a chance to fix that problem. it takes working on both sides.
I love this logic. “You want a girl to go home with you? Do your part and get her off” Aaaannnddd how exactly is that accomplished if you don’t go home with them in the first place?
You could start with the gross sweet wines, like Riesling or Moscato, at the sacrifice of everyone assuming you’re a female regardless of your actual gender. Or you could just face your fears and head back into the Red. I’m in love with Red blends and they are not hard to gain a taste for.
I play volleyball every Tuesday and Sunday and one guy shows up every time who always blames everyone else when a point is given up by his team. I threw up a fucking wall of a block on him lathe other day and got entirely too excited about it, fist pump, yelling, the whole deal. Asshole didn’t say a word. So satisfying.
Can confirm. Worked in Wootown for almost a year. Lucky to have lived outside of it though. Much like Hartford and New Haven, the extra money you are getting paid is more or less a small life insurance as any given moment you’re likely to get stabbed or killed in a car crash.
Will never drop heat in front of my wife. It makes it that much more magical whenever I have the place to myself and can do it. However, I’ll be damned if I don’t rumble the bed sheets the second I regain consciousness every morning.
As one of the truest of true ass-men, I respectfully disagree. White pants rival yoga pants in the ability to paint a picture. And as weird as it is to say this every March, I’m tired of yoga pants. Bring on spring.
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Hey it’s no problem for me, I’m out of the dating pool. I’m just saying there is some flawed logic behind telling a group of people they have a problem and then not offering a chance to fix that problem. it takes working on both sides.
I love this logic. “You want a girl to go home with you? Do your part and get her off” Aaaannnddd how exactly is that accomplished if you don’t go home with them in the first place?
I came to this wall post in hopes of posting this exact same thing.
A delicious cup of hot black coffee is on the level of a cold crisp beer. Gotta have a vice on both ends of the timecard.
You could start with the gross sweet wines, like Riesling or Moscato, at the sacrifice of everyone assuming you’re a female regardless of your actual gender. Or you could just face your fears and head back into the Red. I’m in love with Red blends and they are not hard to gain a taste for.
Label and name, 100%.
Honestly, I’m jealous.
People missing out on Bachelor parties is an absolute tragedy. So sorry you had to go through that Shibbs.
Spoiling Crick’s Bachelor Finale recap. PGP.
You also, have the power of the pen. Be the change you want to see! And other inspirational quotes.
If you respond within 5 minutes, you are not giving off the “busy” vibe. They will think you’re just sitting on your hands. Give it a healthy 20.
Looks like you needed a new driver anyways.
‘monit.
I play volleyball every Tuesday and Sunday and one guy shows up every time who always blames everyone else when a point is given up by his team. I threw up a fucking wall of a block on him lathe other day and got entirely too excited about it, fist pump, yelling, the whole deal. Asshole didn’t say a word. So satisfying.
You’ve just managed to make Kevin James an even bigger disappointing individual. Well done.
Fucking barbaric.
Can confirm. Worked in Wootown for almost a year. Lucky to have lived outside of it though. Much like Hartford and New Haven, the extra money you are getting paid is more or less a small life insurance as any given moment you’re likely to get stabbed or killed in a car crash.
I’m glad to see this profile grow into the powerhouse troll that the name indicates. Peace be with you.
Will never drop heat in front of my wife. It makes it that much more magical whenever I have the place to myself and can do it. However, I’ll be damned if I don’t rumble the bed sheets the second I regain consciousness every morning.
As one of the truest of true ass-men, I respectfully disagree. White pants rival yoga pants in the ability to paint a picture. And as weird as it is to say this every March, I’m tired of yoga pants. Bring on spring.