Todd should have stuck with the Hanson Brothers costume. I’m dressing as ‘a hockey man’ for the 2nd straight year. I’m between beer league Heatley #50in07 or Mr. Cocaine and MDMA, Jarrett Stoll.
Appreciate the concern, friend. When you stare at a computer screen all day these little things get by you sometimes. But no way will opens that bottle to begin with and risks losing it other than it being taken from his cold, dead hands. Wings fans take those late 90s early 2000s teams seriously.
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You work for a heathen.
Not to be a dick, but the Mosasaur ate that genetically modified monster. And it was an insane twist on the end.
That’s a story I’d like to read
I’ve been trying to learn Python recently and I’m not sure if this article is encouraging or discouraging to me
I do not but I’m looking forward to some bourbon or Bacardi and nog
Did you just call me a jive turkey?
“Stay out of trouble this weekend.” Assholes
Your writing always seems to be a realistic, well thought out, and finely tuned. A nice breath of fresh air, if you will.
If you end up without a shiner and handcuffed, I’d call it a win.
Did you win?
Todd should have stuck with the Hanson Brothers costume. I’m dressing as ‘a hockey man’ for the 2nd straight year. I’m between beer league Heatley #50in07 or Mr. Cocaine and MDMA, Jarrett Stoll.
Or a xanax
That would have made for a better story…
One of my colleagues does that. In theory it sounds real nice, but there is no way I could be here 10 hours or more a day.
Appreciate the concern, friend. When you stare at a computer screen all day these little things get by you sometimes. But no way will opens that bottle to begin with and risks losing it other than it being taken from his cold, dead hands. Wings fans take those late 90s early 2000s teams seriously.
Thanks for clearing that up, chief.
Wills wife – “Why do you have a half full bottle of Pinot with Igor Larionov’s autograph on it?”
Will – “Well it was all I had on me at the time and you don’t not get Igor Larionov’s autograph.”
I hope you have more tales of savagery and bad decisions to string out weekly after this homecoming adventure comes to a close.
Who cares is the better question.
With the amount of money I spent this past weekend, this is what I’m hoping for when I go to the grocery later. PGP.