Actually, this is exactly how our holiday gift exchange functions at the office though. I’m doing the regift, liquor, and Starbucks card this year, looking to pick up nicer liquor.
1) Scroll down to end of article without reading.
2) Breath.
3) Fuck those hot girls that would ask you to come over and make you watch DVD after DVD of friends before touching your wiener.
4) It was worth it, but fuck friends. I’d have rather watched Smallvile or the O.C. (because hot girls).
Every. Goddamn. One. My coworkers will slink off to the bathroom to puke in order to keep drinking for the sake of running up the bill. I haven’t brought myself to do this yet, next time though.
I plan to get married between 30-35 (and marry down 6-8 years), two kids in short succession around 35. They’ll keep me motivated to stay in shape and live through their 25th birthday. If I’m not where I want to be in my career at 35, screw having kids, there’s work to be done.
If I’m drinking either of the above I’ve already settled on making bad decisions such as waking up on the floor and starting again at 9am the next day at a minimum; public perception be damned.
Pro-Tip: Say goodbye to hangovers by learning to like gin with no super sugary mixer (think lime juice, cucumber/mint and a splash of Canton/St. Germain) and those (there are 2 or 3, all taste the same) bland as fuck $3.99 Pinot Grigio at Trader Joes with 11.5% of badass straight outta Compton. Just prepare to blackout without warning.
Raising children isn’t easy and there’s no substitute for parental presence. I’m not going to say I’d expect it, but I would want my SO to take a very large role (i.e., have a part-time job) during the first 5ish years. It’s a huge commitment to have a child, and I don’t think offloading the responsibility of raising your spawn onto some outside entity does anyone any favors. You can’t ever get that time back, and I wouldn’t ever want them to regret not having that option. I know I’ll be useless (by comparison) during that time as the whole nurturing thing really isn’t my forte, so I wouldn’t mind taking on more financial responsibility.
Hence, I pretty much agree with Pencil Skirt’s mindset, minus all the PTA stuff, as I think working for a non-profit (and getting paid something) would provide better financial security and thus peace of mind (to me).
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1 and 4, oft witnessed at infuriating levels in associates about to quit. Painful if working for a same client.
Yes you can, there’s hockey and a copious amount of super attractive girls from Edina.
Actually, this is exactly how our holiday gift exchange functions at the office though. I’m doing the regift, liquor, and Starbucks card this year, looking to pick up nicer liquor.
If only I had enough courage to make that a reality.
It should also be an Olympic sport.
Yeah, they’re kind of like the internet, who knew?
1) Scroll down to end of article without reading.
2) Breath.
3) Fuck those hot girls that would ask you to come over and make you watch DVD after DVD of friends before touching your wiener.
4) It was worth it, but fuck friends. I’d have rather watched Smallvile or the O.C. (because hot girls).
Not surprisingly, the bartenders are my “best” friends because I pay their salaries.
I could plan a whole day around it. Wake up to one, driving to breakfast, in the shower afterwards, before taking a nap, you get the idea.
Can we clarify that it must be a fantastic BJ — the holy grail of finding the perfect girlfriend.
Every. Goddamn. One. My coworkers will slink off to the bathroom to puke in order to keep drinking for the sake of running up the bill. I haven’t brought myself to do this yet, next time though.
I plan to get married between 30-35 (and marry down 6-8 years), two kids in short succession around 35. They’ll keep me motivated to stay in shape and live through their 25th birthday. If I’m not where I want to be in my career at 35, screw having kids, there’s work to be done.
You meant 35 right?
If I’m drinking either of the above I’ve already settled on making bad decisions such as waking up on the floor and starting again at 9am the next day at a minimum; public perception be damned.
Pro-Tip: Say goodbye to hangovers by learning to like gin with no super sugary mixer (think lime juice, cucumber/mint and a splash of Canton/St. Germain) and those (there are 2 or 3, all taste the same) bland as fuck $3.99 Pinot Grigio at Trader Joes with 11.5% of badass straight outta Compton. Just prepare to blackout without warning.
RE NSA note: I wouldn’t suggest lighting anything to do with Christ on the White House lawn until 2017. Better be safe and call it a Holiday Tree.
Can you break this down into list format?
Electric razor boss, that perpetual 5 o’clock shadow isn’t just sexy, it means I’m cost conscience with no itching.
Never. For me it feels like I’m giving birth from my forehead due to a weeks worth of sodium intake in one meal.
Raising children isn’t easy and there’s no substitute for parental presence. I’m not going to say I’d expect it, but I would want my SO to take a very large role (i.e., have a part-time job) during the first 5ish years. It’s a huge commitment to have a child, and I don’t think offloading the responsibility of raising your spawn onto some outside entity does anyone any favors. You can’t ever get that time back, and I wouldn’t ever want them to regret not having that option. I know I’ll be useless (by comparison) during that time as the whole nurturing thing really isn’t my forte, so I wouldn’t mind taking on more financial responsibility.
Hence, I pretty much agree with Pencil Skirt’s mindset, minus all the PTA stuff, as I think working for a non-profit (and getting paid something) would provide better financial security and thus peace of mind (to me).