I couldn’t get down with this hot gal my freshman year because she was literally the worst at kissing. She then got a boyfriend for a year and came back very much improved, but less her v-card. Still had to give the BF props for the turnaround, he was a more patient man than I.
Oh Jesus, okay, I concede. I would much rather watch repeats of Scrubs while powering through a party size bag of Doritos all day and all alone than go for a bike ride by myself to explore some cool shit and then prepare a meal that doesn’t make me feel like I’m going to puke. I mean, damn, sitting atop the Santa Cruz mountains with a warm victory beer really sucks balls around sunset in comparison to heading to 7/11 for more Doritos, but fucking society man.
Apparently I wasn’t thinking hard enough to spell thought right, so I’m changing my answer to a no either way. Sorry bud, and here’s to messing your clean pair when you come back from the bathroom.
#1. Floating koozie.
#2. Bud Heavy over Bud Light. Bud Heavy floats, Bud Light does not. Bud Heavy also comes in high-visibility cans for picking up down river when someone dumps the cooler.
There’s still something I don’t get… If you’re larger, and it’s giving you serious FOMO, fix it. It’s not like casual exercise (intramural leagues, running/biking/volleyball/throwing Frisbee with a friend, etc.) isn’t fun, and when you’ll feel better physically and (apparently) emotionally about it doing it, why the hell aren’t you?
Plan for all night but execute in stages. Drinks->Dinner->Sports Game, all spontaneous like. She doesn’t have to know you have season tickets at will call and were going to ditch her after drinks to go with your bro if she sucked at life.
Option 1: “Hey, so my friend can’t use some awesome tickets for tonight, want to go? There’s a really good spot for dinner downtown too.”
Option 2: “Hey, so my friend just surprised me with tickets for tonight before he heads out of town, I’m going to run in an hour or so.”
You can’t lose with this approach.
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Post grad, sure, however Fall freshman year there wasn’t any difficulty finding good of both within a night or two of going out.
I couldn’t get down with this hot gal my freshman year because she was literally the worst at kissing. She then got a boyfriend for a year and came back very much improved, but less her v-card. Still had to give the BF props for the turnaround, he was a more patient man than I.
Oh Jesus, okay, I concede. I would much rather watch repeats of Scrubs while powering through a party size bag of Doritos all day and all alone than go for a bike ride by myself to explore some cool shit and then prepare a meal that doesn’t make me feel like I’m going to puke. I mean, damn, sitting atop the Santa Cruz mountains with a warm victory beer really sucks balls around sunset in comparison to heading to 7/11 for more Doritos, but fucking society man.
You can basically tell how well the Green Bay Packers did each year by the number of DUI arrests.
I feel sorry for this girl, we’ll see her on Tinder shortly.
Apparently I wasn’t thinking hard enough to spell thought right, so I’m changing my answer to a no either way. Sorry bud, and here’s to messing your clean pair when you come back from the bathroom.
Yes, but do Jewish people wear special pants or no? Because I don’t have any of those special pants, in which case it’s the though that counts.
#1. Floating koozie.
#2. Bud Heavy over Bud Light. Bud Heavy floats, Bud Light does not. Bud Heavy also comes in high-visibility cans for picking up down river when someone dumps the cooler.
There’s still something I don’t get… If you’re larger, and it’s giving you serious FOMO, fix it. It’s not like casual exercise (intramural leagues, running/biking/volleyball/throwing Frisbee with a friend, etc.) isn’t fun, and when you’ll feel better physically and (apparently) emotionally about it doing it, why the hell aren’t you?
Oooohh fuck yeah bud! I neeever thought to try this. Revelation!
Butterfly effect that shit away, bro.
If a girl messages you, pounce on her with the deftness of a tiger, and then run far, far away even faster, like a cheetah.
Arrogant Bastard is a plebeian microbrew.
Forgot one…
Kosher (no bacon) — Satanic cult diet to #PGP readership.
Stand up paddle boarding… booze cruise for one or fitness tool. I haven’t decided.
Plan for all night but execute in stages. Drinks->Dinner->Sports Game, all spontaneous like. She doesn’t have to know you have season tickets at will call and were going to ditch her after drinks to go with your bro if she sucked at life.
Option 1: “Hey, so my friend can’t use some awesome tickets for tonight, want to go? There’s a really good spot for dinner downtown too.”
Option 2: “Hey, so my friend just surprised me with tickets for tonight before he heads out of town, I’m going to run in an hour or so.”
You can’t lose with this approach.
I may be a man of simple tastes, but if the bar has big buck hunter and pop-a-shot I could give fuck all what else goes on there.
Edward Snowden, Snowy for short, is a national fucking treasure.
Quitter.