I think that’s exactly what happened. Todd probably didn’t look away from the road (like the safe driver he is) and responded automatically. Probably a photo from the guys weekend in Sea Island.
Agreed. Two days is nothing. True benders have gone the way of the snap brim fedora, which makes them all the greater currency in the world of drunks. It won’t be easy. In our grandfathers’ day you had to drink two weeks straight before you could officially declare yourself on a proper jag, but that’s when a mug of beer cost a nickel. These days four straight days and nights will give you all the bragging rights you need.
I like the girl who comes in at around the 1:56 mark giving just zero fucks. You know she’s just there as a plus-one and was forced by her date to participate.
You finished at the end, but there is nothing wrong with being a yuppie. It is the universal ying to the hipster yang. You and Kendra Syrdal are just two equal, yet opposite halves that make up the Post Grad universe.
I dunno, Old Town is pretty awesome. King Street is gold for nightlife and you can’t beat Del Ray when it comes to restaurants. Plus, anyplace worth going in DC is a 15 minute Uber ride.
Whitney Houston’s rendition of the Star Spangled Banner is heralded as one of the best in American history. Regardless of how you feel about her other music, there is no denying that she kills it in this performance.
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I think that’s exactly what happened. Todd probably didn’t look away from the road (like the safe driver he is) and responded automatically. Probably a photo from the guys weekend in Sea Island.
Biden makes me dream (political) golf foursome. Biden, Bubba Clinton, John Boehner three days into a bender, and myself.
Kiawah with the boys, very smart Todd. By the way https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=Kiawah+Island+strip+clubs
“Yeah, we’re done.” *Todd calls Dad and the boys for celebratory cigars and cocktails.*
Every dive bar worth it’s flies has a jukebox and every jukebox has Shout. You know what to do…
Agreed. Two days is nothing. True benders have gone the way of the snap brim fedora, which makes them all the greater currency in the world of drunks. It won’t be easy. In our grandfathers’ day you had to drink two weeks straight before you could officially declare yourself on a proper jag, but that’s when a mug of beer cost a nickel. These days four straight days and nights will give you all the bragging rights you need.
Best man Todd is gonna be epic
Along with seersucker…
Welp, that last paragraph was depressing.
Will you suffer “financially, morally, and spiritually”? Yes.
Will it be worth it? Every goddamn time.
There is nothing better than getting the band back together, road tripping back to your alma mater and showing the newest generation what’s what.
I pray for you, Statesboro, Ga. The Captain will be back soon…
The loss of Ron White is a pretty crushing blow to my future psyche. Just the “Dr. Phil Story” is worth the price of admission. Shoobuddy…
I like the girl who comes in at around the 1:56 mark giving just zero fucks. You know she’s just there as a plus-one and was forced by her date to participate.
You finished at the end, but there is nothing wrong with being a yuppie. It is the universal ying to the hipster yang. You and Kendra Syrdal are just two equal, yet opposite halves that make up the Post Grad universe.
I dunno, Old Town is pretty awesome. King Street is gold for nightlife and you can’t beat Del Ray when it comes to restaurants. Plus, anyplace worth going in DC is a 15 minute Uber ride.
What?
You only need two things in your fridge: Gin and juice
And tobacco habits…
Cigar breaks would be amazing. Throw an additional 45 minutes and another martini to lunch, the work day would be that much better.
Whitney Houston’s rendition of the Star Spangled Banner is heralded as one of the best in American history. Regardless of how you feel about her other music, there is no denying that she kills it in this performance.
You can’t let fear run your life. You miss 100% of the shots of tequila you don’t take. Now get out there and make some plays, champ.
“To martini, or not to martini?” she asks herself.
You always martini…