1. That’s what you get for wearing that fucking stupid man-purse.
2. I can’t stand that shot track technology they use now. Let me struggle to find the damn ball by myself.
I think this should be a series of columns. Going to travel abroad only to be let down by several events is definition PGP. I went to Australia and was let down by overwhelming expectations, high prices of everything, all food being just a shitty healthier version of American food, and of course also being treated like shit. I did however man up and stay for several months and make the best of the opportunity, but still felt some of his pains of the author.
The thought of having to work 60 hour weeks to save up enough just to take your demonic, whiny children to disneyland, only to have a miserable time at the worst place in the world. For that reason I’m out on having children.
All you need to do is look at where Winnipeg is on the map, and that should explain everything. Pretty much a Canadian Fargo. Can’t imagine they’re able to lure the brightest of police officers there.
Whatever’s on special for me. Don’t care if it’s a fuckin’ Ranier or a well whiskey and coke. I’m in a relationship, definitely not trying to impress anyone.
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How does KK mean weed?
1. That’s what you get for wearing that fucking stupid man-purse.
2. I can’t stand that shot track technology they use now. Let me struggle to find the damn ball by myself.
Well apparently you already did. Should probably stop skim-reading.
Check out inline hockey. They have beer leagues all over, and you can lose like 5 pounds from sweat in a game.
No such thing if you’re a young, white male.
What about dab? What’s that all about?
My girlfriend gets to deal with cfb, nfl, nhl, and mlb until my team gets knocked out. Sucks to be her!
I think this should be a series of columns. Going to travel abroad only to be let down by several events is definition PGP. I went to Australia and was let down by overwhelming expectations, high prices of everything, all food being just a shitty healthier version of American food, and of course also being treated like shit. I did however man up and stay for several months and make the best of the opportunity, but still felt some of his pains of the author.
The thought of having to work 60 hour weeks to save up enough just to take your demonic, whiny children to disneyland, only to have a miserable time at the worst place in the world. For that reason I’m out on having children.
All you need to do is look at where Winnipeg is on the map, and that should explain everything. Pretty much a Canadian Fargo. Can’t imagine they’re able to lure the brightest of police officers there.
Just make sure your boyfriend holds your hair back so you don’t get any in your drink.
Whatever’s on special for me. Don’t care if it’s a fuckin’ Ranier or a well whiskey and coke. I’m in a relationship, definitely not trying to impress anyone.
He was probably thinking the same thing.
Seriously though, fuck Daylight Savings Time.