I came back for our flagship party the semester after I graduated. Pretty much avoided the dance floor because it was genuinely terrifying. Got hammered though but that can just be done at the bar.
Duda, at some point, being that asshole that pushes the line between between a likable asshole and an actual asshole becomes a problem. For example, one of my buddies has always been that way. Sure, he may attract a ton of girls, but the ones that don’t sleep with him hate him. As we get older, more and more tend to do the latter.
Also, at some point not wrapping it up after all this strange is gonna bite you in the ass. Or bite you in the dick (in the case of crabs).
My thoughts exactly. Unless you were the 1%, your life was pretty brutal. Born Scottish? Your English Lord had the pleasure of banging your future wife. Lived in Europe during the 1300s’? 50% chance you died from the plague. Lived in a nomadic society? You’re dead if you broke your leg.
1800’s US had the wild west. Unless you were a Native American, it couldn’t have been that bad. I enjoyed playing the Oregon Trail, which is pretty much real life.
Ah, sportscenter. Nothing like falling asleep to a random highlight, waking up at 3am to shut off the tv, and seeing the exact same highlight. Or if you don’t wake up in the middle of the night, waking up in the AM and spewing off statistics that you somehow remember like Rain Man.
Truth be told, I used to go to sleep to MTV Hits back in the day. Sometimes you’d get a song like candyshop and it would be the equivalent of a porn for 13 year old me, other times just a banger like Yeah by Usher. Good times.
Talk about some real anxiety right there. Everyone has had the Sunday/Monday “oh shit what did I do yesterday”, but imagine waking up after the bender that is St. Patty’s and finding out your wife popped out/is popping out your off-spring. Bullet in the head type situation really.
Snow day today, so had BBQ pulled chicken sit in the crock pot all day. Side of sweet potato fries and buffalo cauliflower. Living it up as vacation begins 5pm tomorrow.
I could not imagine marrying someone prior to moving in together. It’s literally unfathomable to me. I used to have my girlfriend over several nights a week, and would be at her place the other nights. I thought I knew her. Then I moved in with her. There are quirks and shit that you’ll never see until you share a shelter with one another. That’s fact.
Create a “break up plan” is bananas. If I muttered those words to my girlfriend, we’d probably breakup (before said plan existed). It’s a chicken before the egg type situation.
I think that a savage living in the Amazon has the best chance against any of these beasts. You know, people who have actually hunted to survive. Probably a little different fighting someone in the UFC vs. fighting a predator for your life.
I’m guessing you’ve never seen the Always Sunny episode where they tackle this subject. I suggest you watch “The Cereal Defense”, because science is a liar sometimes.
Took a quick glance at the title and thought it said that your friend wanted you to pay 10k for his bachelor party. I’d much rather take out what amounts to another school loan than run a 10k, TBH.
Junior Year we were playing against the eventual state champs, on their court, on their senior night. It was televised in the immediate area, and the crowd was electric. We’re tied up with about a minute left when the ref calls an off the ball touch foul. They miss the front end of the 1 and 1, but they T up our crowd for being too loud during his foul shot. I repeat, our crowd, got penalized for being too loud when the gym was literally rocking on their senior night. Our coach couldn’t believe that such a call could be made, and he got T’d up.
Yeah, they nailed every foul shot from that point on and we lost. Even their players were talking to us when the ref was T’ing everyone up saying this is horseshit.
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I came back for our flagship party the semester after I graduated. Pretty much avoided the dance floor because it was genuinely terrifying. Got hammered though but that can just be done at the bar.
6 weeks!? Insanity. 3-4 weeks, anything over a month is pushing it.
Duda, at some point, being that asshole that pushes the line between between a likable asshole and an actual asshole becomes a problem. For example, one of my buddies has always been that way. Sure, he may attract a ton of girls, but the ones that don’t sleep with him hate him. As we get older, more and more tend to do the latter.
Also, at some point not wrapping it up after all this strange is gonna bite you in the ass. Or bite you in the dick (in the case of crabs).
My thoughts exactly. Unless you were the 1%, your life was pretty brutal. Born Scottish? Your English Lord had the pleasure of banging your future wife. Lived in Europe during the 1300s’? 50% chance you died from the plague. Lived in a nomadic society? You’re dead if you broke your leg.
1800’s US had the wild west. Unless you were a Native American, it couldn’t have been that bad. I enjoyed playing the Oregon Trail, which is pretty much real life.
But does it fix a slice? Asking for a friend.
Ah, sportscenter. Nothing like falling asleep to a random highlight, waking up at 3am to shut off the tv, and seeing the exact same highlight. Or if you don’t wake up in the middle of the night, waking up in the AM and spewing off statistics that you somehow remember like Rain Man.
Truth be told, I used to go to sleep to MTV Hits back in the day. Sometimes you’d get a song like candyshop and it would be the equivalent of a porn for 13 year old me, other times just a banger like Yeah by Usher. Good times.
Talk about some real anxiety right there. Everyone has had the Sunday/Monday “oh shit what did I do yesterday”, but imagine waking up after the bender that is St. Patty’s and finding out your wife popped out/is popping out your off-spring. Bullet in the head type situation really.
Snow day today, so had BBQ pulled chicken sit in the crock pot all day. Side of sweet potato fries and buffalo cauliflower. Living it up as vacation begins 5pm tomorrow.
I could not imagine marrying someone prior to moving in together. It’s literally unfathomable to me. I used to have my girlfriend over several nights a week, and would be at her place the other nights. I thought I knew her. Then I moved in with her. There are quirks and shit that you’ll never see until you share a shelter with one another. That’s fact.
Create a “break up plan” is bananas. If I muttered those words to my girlfriend, we’d probably breakup (before said plan existed). It’s a chicken before the egg type situation.
I think that a savage living in the Amazon has the best chance against any of these beasts. You know, people who have actually hunted to survive. Probably a little different fighting someone in the UFC vs. fighting a predator for your life.
Where’s the Vodka?
I’ll be perfectly honest, I’m more excited for part 3 of this than for TGDAG.
I also x’ed out of my tab. I probably would have sprinted away from this situation IRL.
I’m guessing you’ve never seen the Always Sunny episode where they tackle this subject. I suggest you watch “The Cereal Defense”, because science is a liar sometimes.
Pyramids, anyone?
Now you’re talking my language, Brian. Yuge conspiracy guy. Also huge on Aliens, which is far from a conspiracy and more just fact.
Long time android user here, I’ve had 3 of them in 8 years with no repairs. I’ve even went swimming with one in my pocket, worked fine after.
I like Android based products.
Took a quick glance at the title and thought it said that your friend wanted you to pay 10k for his bachelor party. I’d much rather take out what amounts to another school loan than run a 10k, TBH.
Junior Year we were playing against the eventual state champs, on their court, on their senior night. It was televised in the immediate area, and the crowd was electric. We’re tied up with about a minute left when the ref calls an off the ball touch foul. They miss the front end of the 1 and 1, but they T up our crowd for being too loud during his foul shot. I repeat, our crowd, got penalized for being too loud when the gym was literally rocking on their senior night. Our coach couldn’t believe that such a call could be made, and he got T’d up.
Yeah, they nailed every foul shot from that point on and we lost. Even their players were talking to us when the ref was T’ing everyone up saying this is horseshit.