Gotta love that moment when you convince yourself that you don’t need to shave that day and sleep in the extra five minutes. You then go into the bathroom and look yourself in the mirror, and ya, you definitely needed to shave.
I come home from work exhausted, mainly because the Happy Hour the day prior really kicked me in the ass. The group text from the squad isn’t going anywhere, but there’s a discussion of a pregame before hitting the bars later. Realizing my exhaustion, I put on a pot a coffee while I head out to pick up some beer. I return with a six pack of a new microbrew that I know very little about, and to say the least, I’m intrigued. Before indulging, I put down 16oz. of crack cocaine commonly referred to as black coffee. After some internal debate, I decide to drink a beer or two while waiting for more information on the pregame. I figure it would be smart to eat you know for a base, so I order from my favorite Mexican place via seamless, and plop on the couch and turn on some Seinfeld. By the time the food arrives, I’m already feeling a buzz off my two beers, no big deal. The burrito with a side of extra guac ends up making me feel bloated, but this doesn’t faze me, and I continue drinking. Halfway through my next beer, I realize it’s almost 9pm and plans are still up in the air. Knowing full well that my friends still intend on pregaming and going out, I convince myself that it’s best to stay in because I’m even more tired than when I got home. I finish the 6 pack by 10pm, turn on an episode of Narcos and pass out.
Full disclosure, that was the plan all along, and brunch Saturday is glorious.
The Allen I know would most definitely attend a close friend’s wedding. His two Mothers taught him the value of the sacred bonds of matrimony and there’s no shot he’d miss that!!!
I wish there was a course near me that was decent and empty enough to allow a solo golfer on a Friday. Hell, there’s a 0% chance I’m golfing alone even on a Sunday twilight with severe overcast.
Sometimes I buy options so I get the rush of gambling while I’m sitting at work. However, I’m the kind of person who would have bought call options minutes before the crumble occurred, and would have lost my entire investment. Such is life.
Move to Manhattan. They have a bunch of happy hours. However you’ll have to pay 2k for a studio and their HH prices are probably higher than your states regular prices. But seriously, move here.
The trick is to have it automatically taken out of your account so you never see how much of your money goes towards interest and how much you actually have left. There’s nothing worse than seeing your amount paid vs. amount applied to principal. If you see this figure, a mental breakdown occurs 72% of the time. Just assume you get 1 paycheck a month, ignorance is bliss my friend.
You’re forgetting the “wildcard”. This golfer makes up for whatever shortcomings your group has. He is the most versatile member of the foursome. He probably embodies all four of the characters you mentioned. Here’s to the “wildcard”
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I like to call this…”Monday”
Gotta love that moment when you convince yourself that you don’t need to shave that day and sleep in the extra five minutes. You then go into the bathroom and look yourself in the mirror, and ya, you definitely needed to shave.
The typical Friday:
I come home from work exhausted, mainly because the Happy Hour the day prior really kicked me in the ass. The group text from the squad isn’t going anywhere, but there’s a discussion of a pregame before hitting the bars later. Realizing my exhaustion, I put on a pot a coffee while I head out to pick up some beer. I return with a six pack of a new microbrew that I know very little about, and to say the least, I’m intrigued. Before indulging, I put down 16oz. of crack cocaine commonly referred to as black coffee. After some internal debate, I decide to drink a beer or two while waiting for more information on the pregame. I figure it would be smart to eat you know for a base, so I order from my favorite Mexican place via seamless, and plop on the couch and turn on some Seinfeld. By the time the food arrives, I’m already feeling a buzz off my two beers, no big deal. The burrito with a side of extra guac ends up making me feel bloated, but this doesn’t faze me, and I continue drinking. Halfway through my next beer, I realize it’s almost 9pm and plans are still up in the air. Knowing full well that my friends still intend on pregaming and going out, I convince myself that it’s best to stay in because I’m even more tired than when I got home. I finish the 6 pack by 10pm, turn on an episode of Narcos and pass out.
Full disclosure, that was the plan all along, and brunch Saturday is glorious.
+1
The Allen I know would most definitely attend a close friend’s wedding. His two Mothers taught him the value of the sacred bonds of matrimony and there’s no shot he’d miss that!!!
Are you any fun?
Well that explains the therapy
The problem isn’t the HJ, but the fact that there’s a women golfing…
I wish there was a course near me that was decent and empty enough to allow a solo golfer on a Friday. Hell, there’s a 0% chance I’m golfing alone even on a Sunday twilight with severe overcast.
Literally the first thought that came to mind.
Vegetable-Lasagna!!!
Sometimes I buy options so I get the rush of gambling while I’m sitting at work. However, I’m the kind of person who would have bought call options minutes before the crumble occurred, and would have lost my entire investment. Such is life.
The bathroom is a dead zone. Doesn’t stop me from trying to find connection though.
You’re almost better off parking in a train parking lot outside Manhattan and taking a train to Grand Central or Penn.
Move to Manhattan. They have a bunch of happy hours. However you’ll have to pay 2k for a studio and their HH prices are probably higher than your states regular prices. But seriously, move here.
The trick is to have it automatically taken out of your account so you never see how much of your money goes towards interest and how much you actually have left. There’s nothing worse than seeing your amount paid vs. amount applied to principal. If you see this figure, a mental breakdown occurs 72% of the time. Just assume you get 1 paycheck a month, ignorance is bliss my friend.
I don’t know what courses you play at, but the other sex isn’t allowed at my club.
Just kidding. I play the muni’s because PGP
You’re forgetting the “wildcard”. This golfer makes up for whatever shortcomings your group has. He is the most versatile member of the foursome. He probably embodies all four of the characters you mentioned. Here’s to the “wildcard”
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I like where your heads at.
You’re not missing something, the slice is missing something. It has no cheese. Marinara is on top, therefore it is upside down.
Calibri (Body) for Outlook and Times New Roman for word, simply because they are both default and I’m just too apathetic to care.