Displaced Chicagoan now residing in Beer City, USA. Can be found on the weekends shooting a round of golf, sipping craft beer, or getting way too worked up over Chicago sports teams.
I chose a good undergrad degree and got a great job out of college. The job experience that I’m getting now will prove way more valuable than a bullshit piece of paper and subsequent pile of debt. Grad school is a lame excuse to stay in school and avoid having to enter the real world like an adult.
As a post grad I have since upgraded to Busch Signature Copper Lager. Grocery stores near me sell it in 25 oz cans for a buck fifty. Same price as Busch Light but way more flavor and slightly classier. I’ll still never turn down a beer from a friend though.
Of the eight people in my office, six have gotten fitbits in the past month and have become laughably obsessed with counting their “steps.” When asked why I don’t have one my answer has been “I don’t need a watch to tell me I’m fast and lazy.”
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Dude you have been crushing out lately on here. Keep up the good work.
Yea Kendra, you’re doing it wrong.
Your second paragraph is a major run-on sentence. It would really sound better if it were broken up.
This is a dumb article.
Oh wait… that’s every match.
I’m sure it was a blast watching the most boring boxing match in history.
The way to go is to DVR it. That way you can watch it the next day and fast forward through all the filler bullshit.
Get some better material you shithead.
I chose a good undergrad degree and got a great job out of college. The job experience that I’m getting now will prove way more valuable than a bullshit piece of paper and subsequent pile of debt. Grad school is a lame excuse to stay in school and avoid having to enter the real world like an adult.
As a post grad I have since upgraded to Busch Signature Copper Lager. Grocery stores near me sell it in 25 oz cans for a buck fifty. Same price as Busch Light but way more flavor and slightly classier. I’ll still never turn down a beer from a friend though.
I’m an offensive lineman and shut you bitches down on a daily basis. Your tricks are useless so give up while you can.
Dude, shut up.
Of the eight people in my office, six have gotten fitbits in the past month and have become laughably obsessed with counting their “steps.” When asked why I don’t have one my answer has been “I don’t need a watch to tell me I’m fast and lazy.”
If it takes you a week to adjust to DST you’re the definition of a scrub.
She sounds like a bundle of joy to work with.
Can’t be chasing cowboy hats when you have to keep tabs on all ten people that live in Wyoming.