You can do a CRAZY weekend in Vegas for under $500 if you follow these rules and aren’t an idiot. Seriously, all you jackasses rolling up to the Ballagio thinking you’re going to own the place… Not so.
I am three credits short of a degree, and am keeping it that way, in case I ever want to just bail on my grown up job and do one last undergrad semester.
There’s this weird trend at PGP where you guys are starting to spiral rapidly towards crazy and depressing. A lot of us are pretty happy with post grad life, and we come here to share a laugh with others who also have creepy guy in accounting. The past month or so everything here is just… sad. Like, bumming me out. Please stop.
If you tip change at my bar I will destroy your life. I tended bar while working on the Hill in DC and I kept a detailed mental list of who I would eventually enslave when I come to power based on their shitty tipping habits.
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So if he asked you to marry him, with nothing in hand, you’d say yes? Unequivocally based on unselfish love alone?
Bullshit.
What a dick.
Thank you for the laugh. I’m eating a salad poolside at the Club. Even skipped the ranch, went for the balsamic. Stay strong, Kiddo.
Shameless self plug. I respect that, Knox.
Make a picture of your boss’s office your desktop.
Well, I’ll see y’all at WIU.
All of you female writers are awful. Just totally miserable.
You can do a CRAZY weekend in Vegas for under $500 if you follow these rules and aren’t an idiot. Seriously, all you jackasses rolling up to the Ballagio thinking you’re going to own the place… Not so.
I want to punch this column in its smug face.
Who the fuck are you?
I am three credits short of a degree, and am keeping it that way, in case I ever want to just bail on my grown up job and do one last undergrad semester.
I should clarify. It’s mostly the women. You women are bumming me out.
There’s this weird trend at PGP where you guys are starting to spiral rapidly towards crazy and depressing. A lot of us are pretty happy with post grad life, and we come here to share a laugh with others who also have creepy guy in accounting. The past month or so everything here is just… sad. Like, bumming me out. Please stop.
Seriously. DON’T BANG THE INTERN.
The hot receptionist is easier pickings anyway.
I’m waffling between tears of mirth and genuine sadness. Well done.
Every fiber of my being wants to hate you, but as a guy who works in an equally lucrative and socially despicable field I can’t.
Thank you for the validation. I’ll carry on, then.
If you tip change at my bar I will destroy your life. I tended bar while working on the Hill in DC and I kept a detailed mental list of who I would eventually enslave when I come to power based on their shitty tipping habits.
Less than half of the Metro fare machines worked at any given time in Cap South or Fed Triangle.
Yes. God. Please. Yes.