I’ve hit in the middle of the lineup pretty consistently since little league, but gradually moved fielding positions from 6… to 5….to 4…. now I play first base. Still hit the ball pretty well (not usually out of the park, but hard), but mobility is an issue. PGP
Yeah…. I love sweatpants too…. but that’s a lot of wedding money that I’ll tell future Mrs. Hacker I’m saving when she doesn’t get these bad boys for Christmas. (I’m gonna blow it on booze and craps)
Girl needs to throw some serious cash in the cuss jar this week. Also, what are the odds that she either fled the party in tears or drug Todd home and angrily banged him all evening?
I’d argue that the Vikings’ loss rivals anything else on the list this week. I’ve got Johnny Cash’s “Hurt” on repeat and I’m sitting alone in the dark in my basement with a bottle of whisky as I type this.
When I started law school, my old man told me that there were three things he learned in law school, and he was pretty sure that I’d learn them, too.
1. I’m not as stupid as I sound in class sometimes.
2. No one is as smart as they sound in class sometimes.
3. There’s no substitute for a good night’s sleep…sometimes.
After the first midterm of my second year, I definitely feel super duper dumb.
Studying for crim law, and I muttered to a professor leading a study session that “You can’t spell manslaughter without ‘laughter’, complete with a deranged smile and disheveled personal appearance.
Hey if you ever wanna feel totally inadequate and like you’re definitely the biggest idiot in a room, I suggest law school. Maybe just audit a class for a few days.
Here’s why I love living where there are more cows than people: I can zip around the course I work at in an hour. What’s that, you say? The front nine is busy? Ok, I’ll just slip off the back. The solo round of golf is aggressively underrated. Blast some tunes, slam some brews, rip some heaters, and pipe some drives. That’s living, you guys.
Ok, here’s a crazy idea from a non-coffee drinker (GASP): Why not just fill your mug up with water from the sink, pour it into the reservoir before brewing your own coffee, and then make your $2.00 cup of bitter water? Everyone contributes, and all boats rise with the tide.
Just kidding, humans are lazy and selfish as a whole. Don’t believe me? Google “The Tragedy of the Commons” and then you’ll know.
Eventually, you’ll just decide you don’t like living in filth. I just turned 27, and decided that looking at a clean(er) room or house was just less anxiety for me.
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I’ve hit in the middle of the lineup pretty consistently since little league, but gradually moved fielding positions from 6… to 5….to 4…. now I play first base. Still hit the ball pretty well (not usually out of the park, but hard), but mobility is an issue. PGP
Yeah…. I love sweatpants too…. but that’s a lot of wedding money that I’ll tell future Mrs. Hacker I’m saving when she doesn’t get these bad boys for Christmas. (I’m gonna blow it on booze and craps)
Girl needs to throw some serious cash in the cuss jar this week. Also, what are the odds that she either fled the party in tears or drug Todd home and angrily banged him all evening?
What does Mrs. Hacker’s double halo say about her/me? Oh Christ.
I’d argue that the Vikings’ loss rivals anything else on the list this week. I’ve got Johnny Cash’s “Hurt” on repeat and I’m sitting alone in the dark in my basement with a bottle of whisky as I type this.
unless you’re like my dumb ass and forget to return the damn things for like a week (three weeks).
It makes me happy when She cries.
#ContentNeverSleeps
Even though I’ve never personally been to it, this is still a tradition like no other. http://www.masters.com/en_US/index.html
When I started law school, my old man told me that there were three things he learned in law school, and he was pretty sure that I’d learn them, too.
1. I’m not as stupid as I sound in class sometimes.
2. No one is as smart as they sound in class sometimes.
3. There’s no substitute for a good night’s sleep…sometimes.
After the first midterm of my second year, I definitely feel super duper dumb.
Studying for crim law, and I muttered to a professor leading a study session that “You can’t spell manslaughter without ‘laughter’, complete with a deranged smile and disheveled personal appearance.
It could also be a dumpster fire. So basically how I come into all of your articles, JD.
Hey if you ever wanna feel totally inadequate and like you’re definitely the biggest idiot in a room, I suggest law school. Maybe just audit a class for a few days.
Here’s why I love living where there are more cows than people: I can zip around the course I work at in an hour. What’s that, you say? The front nine is busy? Ok, I’ll just slip off the back. The solo round of golf is aggressively underrated. Blast some tunes, slam some brews, rip some heaters, and pipe some drives. That’s living, you guys.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
It’s a “Jump to Conclusions” mat. You JUMP…. to Conclusions!!
Ok, here’s a crazy idea from a non-coffee drinker (GASP): Why not just fill your mug up with water from the sink, pour it into the reservoir before brewing your own coffee, and then make your $2.00 cup of bitter water? Everyone contributes, and all boats rise with the tide.
Just kidding, humans are lazy and selfish as a whole. Don’t believe me? Google “The Tragedy of the Commons” and then you’ll know.
Play to black? Blaming non-software auto-correction issues on software auto-correction. PGPM
you misspelled #PGPM
Eventually, you’ll just decide you don’t like living in filth. I just turned 27, and decided that looking at a clean(er) room or house was just less anxiety for me.