The only thing that sucked worse than being dumped was being told by my old man over a beer that “we raised you to be a guy who chooses his priorities better, and you didn’t with ______. You let her down”.
0 to 69 lbs Gained: You’re a dynamite person and a catch and a half. People like you because you’re polite and rarely late. You also enjoy a nice pair of slacks.
I took my 8th grade social studies teacher out for lunch when I was back in PA for the holidays last, and hearing his voice light up on the phone 10 years after I’d had him in class had my eyes really sweaty.
Truly the most generous, hilarious, and hard working guy around. Always took extra time to help kids who were struggling, and he always volunteered as a wrestling and track coach. Loved him then, and appreciated him even more as I got older. Taking 2 hours to catch up with him made his month, his wife later emailed me. But I left the lunch smiling like a butchers dog, and was happy to do it.
Between this article and the one reminding me I don’t have a companion for fall/winter canoodling activities, today’s really been a kick to the scrotes as far as anxiety inducing ‘tent.
As I have commented before, playing it safe and bunting is no way to go through life in the big leagues. Swing for the fences, ladies and gents. Only 1 life to live out here.
Powering through the “pre-flow, post-needing a trim” days are some of the most trying days a man will face.
Moderation is for cowards, though. My barplay with flow in the fall/winter benefitted from it. Power through, gents. And let that lettuce be the best wingman you’ll ever need.
Going through this now. My only sister lives in Florida, and since I’m within 3 hours of home, I’ve had a much closer look at the whole “selling the house and moving on” phase for my parents than she has. Being at their new condo was a surreal feeling centered around the fact that their new house (and ironically, their mini aussie’s) has very little to do with my life anymore.
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It stung. Luckily there was plenty of extra beers in the fridge.
And I learned from it. That too.
The only thing that sucked worse than being dumped was being told by my old man over a beer that “we raised you to be a guy who chooses his priorities better, and you didn’t with ______. You let her down”.
Great article, JT.
Congrats on the 31ish-weeks-ago sex
He was talking to Carly, Laura..
0 to 69 lbs Gained: You’re a dynamite person and a catch and a half. People like you because you’re polite and rarely late. You also enjoy a nice pair of slacks.
It’s Duda’s version of MJ’s flu game.. just rising to the occasion.
Cheers and Merry Christmas, Johnny D
hey dave11686, glad you haven’t been getting downvoted as often lately.
Best wishes this holiday season,
DW
Chaos is a ladder. PGPM.
As long as the left drinking fist doesn’t have a ring on it, sup?
Do it for the ‘tent, boys.
Slightly disappointed that Duda is in a relationship bc otherwise I’d encourage him to use this header photo as a bumble pic. Pure heat
I took my 8th grade social studies teacher out for lunch when I was back in PA for the holidays last, and hearing his voice light up on the phone 10 years after I’d had him in class had my eyes really sweaty.
Truly the most generous, hilarious, and hard working guy around. Always took extra time to help kids who were struggling, and he always volunteered as a wrestling and track coach. Loved him then, and appreciated him even more as I got older. Taking 2 hours to catch up with him made his month, his wife later emailed me. But I left the lunch smiling like a butchers dog, and was happy to do it.
Great post, Rachel.
Hey guys, congrats on the Saxx.
Between this article and the one reminding me I don’t have a companion for fall/winter canoodling activities, today’s really been a kick to the scrotes as far as anxiety inducing ‘tent.
Great piece, JD.
As I have commented before, playing it safe and bunting is no way to go through life in the big leagues. Swing for the fences, ladies and gents. Only 1 life to live out here.
The image that comes to mind is Randy Marsh dropping trou and asking other dads, “whatta you wanna do?”
Powering through the “pre-flow, post-needing a trim” days are some of the most trying days a man will face.
Moderation is for cowards, though. My barplay with flow in the fall/winter benefitted from it. Power through, gents. And let that lettuce be the best wingman you’ll ever need.
More of a “left nostril xanax, right nostril addy, and let God decide” type of Millennial.
With a side of avocado toast, because obviously.
BOOM, ROASTED.
Going through this now. My only sister lives in Florida, and since I’m within 3 hours of home, I’ve had a much closer look at the whole “selling the house and moving on” phase for my parents than she has. Being at their new condo was a surreal feeling centered around the fact that their new house (and ironically, their mini aussie’s) has very little to do with my life anymore.