First, I would have a big problem if someone just booked our trip immediately after I said no and now I’m on the hook for dollars. Second, everyday is a staycation when you’re unemployed, I would know.
I have no choice but to live underground now. She keeps trying to stifle The Homie and limit his innocent freedom and she’s gonna be living six feet underground.
Dorn, send me your address. I will move into the apartment directly below your awful neighbor and I will complain about her every day until management boots her. Not allowing The Homie to roam freely is something we cannot allow.
I will continue my blackout tour this weekend. Tonight, I’m feeling outdoorsy so I’ll likely be on a patio or rooftop. Tomorrow is an all day trolley and bars affair for really no great reason. Sunday, wake up nice and early to pound some light beers and watch the WC final. Probably continue getting inappropriately drunk the rest of the day since ya boy is unemployed 2 hours from now. Bad decisions are on the horizon.
I’ve never enjoyed iced coffee. It just tastes different to me and it’s not enjoyable, in my opinion. But everyone should just enjoy whatever coffee they want.
Hope she picks one and then hates it like 3 weeks later when she comes back after the alterations. Then decides to go a different direction at the last second, but does so hesitantly and then has regrets about it come wedding day. Also, she is 100000% picking out the groomsmen tuxes as well which is awful. Stick with classic black tuxes, fellas.
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Every body is beautiful. It’s 2018. That’s what we’re going with now, right?
First, I would have a big problem if someone just booked our trip immediately after I said no and now I’m on the hook for dollars. Second, everyday is a staycation when you’re unemployed, I would know.
I have no choice but to live underground now. She keeps trying to stifle The Homie and limit his innocent freedom and she’s gonna be living six feet underground.
Dorn, send me your address. I will move into the apartment directly below your awful neighbor and I will complain about her every day until management boots her. Not allowing The Homie to roam freely is something we cannot allow.
Might be a whole bottle of champagne in the yeti for this mimosa.
I’m sitting at the pool, catching some rays and swimming laps. TB poddy on the speakers.
Next week’s schedule is as follows: Monday-Wednesday at the pool and Thursday-Sunday at the lake house.
Those adidas continentals and koio capris are absolute heaters but only one is affordable.
I will continue my blackout tour this weekend. Tonight, I’m feeling outdoorsy so I’ll likely be on a patio or rooftop. Tomorrow is an all day trolley and bars affair for really no great reason. Sunday, wake up nice and early to pound some light beers and watch the WC final. Probably continue getting inappropriately drunk the rest of the day since ya boy is unemployed 2 hours from now. Bad decisions are on the horizon.
Cavallari is a smoke and Jay is goddamn national treasure.
Well I poured a shot of whiskey in my coffee this morning to even myself out so I would say it went well enough.
There are no positives. Shit tastes like a ball of rubber bands.
It’s great. 69/10 would recommend.
This is fitting because I am going to get absolutely torched at the bar outing tonight for my going away.
I honestly figured you’d be all over this to answer dumb questions about brunch, Sunday Scaries and Frasier.
I’ve never enjoyed iced coffee. It just tastes different to me and it’s not enjoyable, in my opinion. But everyone should just enjoy whatever coffee they want.
Hey, there’s weirdos all over the world. Hope you find yours, Nat.
My gut says your fiancé is calling off the wedding.
Hope she picks one and then hates it like 3 weeks later when she comes back after the alterations. Then decides to go a different direction at the last second, but does so hesitantly and then has regrets about it come wedding day. Also, she is 100000% picking out the groomsmen tuxes as well which is awful. Stick with classic black tuxes, fellas.