It’s a well known fact that riding your bike where I live increases the chance of death by 1928%. But seriously, it’s the wild-west around here. I fear crossing major roads by foot. If I were riding a bike along one, there’s no shot I’d live to see my children grow old.
Serious question, how is the commute when it snows? How often do you hit black ice and narrowly avoid injury? What about when it rains? Still enjoyable?
Down vote me to oblivion, but FNL is possibly the most overrated show, nay, thing, on this entire planet. Mediocre at best, and cringe worthy at times.
The girlfriend has spend several saturdays over the past 3 years watching football with me from 12pm-11pm (she can’t hang during the west coast games), and while she acts like she knows what’s going on, she recently found out that “rushing yards” mean’t yards gained via the run. She can’t fathom why they refer to the plays as running plays, with a running back, but they’re “rushing” yards. She also tried to call a play this past weekend saying “they will score on a loopy floater”. They ran a slant and the qb threw a dart. She said she called it. Guess that’s a “loopy floater”.
Only been to Chicago once, but I envision it being 1000% more drive-able than Manhattan. Doesn’t pretty much everyone in this series have a car? That’s bananas if we’re talking Manhattan. Parts of Brooklyn maybe, but doubtful.
My thoughts exactly. Sunday sucks regardless, as does Monday. If either of the parties cope with the breakup via a bottle or 3 of wine, they might look and feel like shit on Monday. Know who else looks and feels like shit on Monday? Everybody.
The NBA is the worst professional sport out there, and that is a fact. Why bother with an 82 game regular season when you can pick the teams that will be in the playoffs the summer before the season starts. You can probably pick the two teams in the finals too. Oh yea, and the game doesn’t matter until late in the 4th quarter.
In conclusion, 5% of the game matters, as well as 0% of the regular season.
This is most definitely not the worst week. While everyone else is depressed summer is “over”, this is the summer I live for (we still have 2 more weeks of summer, read a book for me one time). I’m ELECTRIC on game days, while I’m mediocre at the whole pool/beach thing. Quarter-zip season is what it’s all about my friends. Just some light gambling on gameday saturday (among other days) with some heavy IPAs. Let the good times roll!
Big fan of either attacking their appearance and generally being passive aggressive. But in the end, no one really wants to fight. Blood on that sweet quarter zip isn’t ideal, getting kicked out of the bar isn’t ideal, and running into the police isn’t ideal.
Why else would he be friends with her? He’s clearly not planning on banging her friends, so the plans gotta be to put P in V with her (even if he doesn’t know it).
It’s a well known fact that riding your bike where I live increases the chance of death by 1928%. But seriously, it’s the wild-west around here. I fear crossing major roads by foot. If I were riding a bike along one, there’s no shot I’d live to see my children grow old.
Serious question, how is the commute when it snows? How often do you hit black ice and narrowly avoid injury? What about when it rains? Still enjoyable?
Down vote me to oblivion, but FNL is possibly the most overrated show, nay, thing, on this entire planet. Mediocre at best, and cringe worthy at times.
The girlfriend has spend several saturdays over the past 3 years watching football with me from 12pm-11pm (she can’t hang during the west coast games), and while she acts like she knows what’s going on, she recently found out that “rushing yards” mean’t yards gained via the run. She can’t fathom why they refer to the plays as running plays, with a running back, but they’re “rushing” yards. She also tried to call a play this past weekend saying “they will score on a loopy floater”. They ran a slant and the qb threw a dart. She said she called it. Guess that’s a “loopy floater”.
I also believe they drove to wherever they went apple picking a year or so back.
Only been to Chicago once, but I envision it being 1000% more drive-able than Manhattan. Doesn’t pretty much everyone in this series have a car? That’s bananas if we’re talking Manhattan. Parts of Brooklyn maybe, but doubtful.
As a New Yorker, I always envisioned this as Chicago. This has really ruined me…could Girl be that bitch I see at the coffee shop at lunch?
My thoughts exactly. Sunday sucks regardless, as does Monday. If either of the parties cope with the breakup via a bottle or 3 of wine, they might look and feel like shit on Monday. Know who else looks and feels like shit on Monday? Everybody.
End of summer and college football is a DEADLY combo.
It may be the most expensive McDonalds on the planet.
The NBA is the worst professional sport out there, and that is a fact. Why bother with an 82 game regular season when you can pick the teams that will be in the playoffs the summer before the season starts. You can probably pick the two teams in the finals too. Oh yea, and the game doesn’t matter until late in the 4th quarter.
In conclusion, 5% of the game matters, as well as 0% of the regular season.
This is most definitely not the worst week. While everyone else is depressed summer is “over”, this is the summer I live for (we still have 2 more weeks of summer, read a book for me one time). I’m ELECTRIC on game days, while I’m mediocre at the whole pool/beach thing. Quarter-zip season is what it’s all about my friends. Just some light gambling on gameday saturday (among other days) with some heavy IPAs. Let the good times roll!
I would absolutely LOVE to watch some alien documentaries and talk conspiracies with you.
Duda gets it.
“You know what I used to have for breakfast? Cocaine. Know what I had for lunch? Cocaine.”
Few will get this reference, but those that do can be my friend.
Big fan of either attacking their appearance and generally being passive aggressive. But in the end, no one really wants to fight. Blood on that sweet quarter zip isn’t ideal, getting kicked out of the bar isn’t ideal, and running into the police isn’t ideal.
Looks like three different people. Incredible stuff.
You stink
“To the victor belong the spoils” – Elaine Benes
Why else would he be friends with her? He’s clearly not planning on banging her friends, so the plans gotta be to put P in V with her (even if he doesn’t know it).
Guy sounds like a dweeb.