i grew up in/still live in philly and the penn state adoration is such a weird thing. i didn’t know every state wasn’t so into their state school until college.
idk it’s exactly what it sounds like. six months in i finally got up the courage to ask why he only has one bottle in his shower and he said he didn’t think he needed to shampoo because his hair is short? so he texts me one day while i’m at work all excited that he has a surprise for me. he bought himself a bottle of dove for men 2-in-1.
my twitter has become dedicated to absolutely roasting my boyfriend and tbh i’ve never gotten more likes. like yeah i love him and stuff but seriously he just bought shampoo for the first time, that’s content you can’t make up.
partially disagree. makeup is for me. i like doing it, i like buying it, i like looking in the mirror after 15 minutes at the vanity and looking like a real person instead of a bridge troll.
as pro-wedding as i am, i am vehemently anti-proposal and especially anti-proposal pictures. toss me the ring in a dive bar and say “are we doing this or what?” then buy me another pitcher. i’ll call my parents in the morning and instagram in a week.
also, if your girlfriend is well accessorized and drinking an aesthetically pleasing drink, just assume her looking off into the distance is your cue to take between fourteen and eight seven “candid” pics. in portrait mode, unless you’re a poor.
chicago style deep dish pizza is delicious but is not the same as the $2.50 crispy thin crust slice of pizza handed to me over the counter by a small italian man named salvatore.
I came dangerously close to blacking out at Cheeseburger in Paradise. Upon leaving, saw a man with grey hair. I immediately screamed, “OH MY GOD! IT’S BEN FRANKLIN! HE’S HERE!” and my boyfriend had to escort me out, trying not to laugh as I excitedly cried.
i grew up in/still live in philly and the penn state adoration is such a weird thing. i didn’t know every state wasn’t so into their state school until college.
…ew
idk it’s exactly what it sounds like. six months in i finally got up the courage to ask why he only has one bottle in his shower and he said he didn’t think he needed to shampoo because his hair is short? so he texts me one day while i’m at work all excited that he has a surprise for me. he bought himself a bottle of dove for men 2-in-1.
does the DATTSS come with the moist maker?
my twitter has become dedicated to absolutely roasting my boyfriend and tbh i’ve never gotten more likes. like yeah i love him and stuff but seriously he just bought shampoo for the first time, that’s content you can’t make up.
partially disagree. makeup is for me. i like doing it, i like buying it, i like looking in the mirror after 15 minutes at the vanity and looking like a real person instead of a bridge troll.
as pro-wedding as i am, i am vehemently anti-proposal and especially anti-proposal pictures. toss me the ring in a dive bar and say “are we doing this or what?” then buy me another pitcher. i’ll call my parents in the morning and instagram in a week.
moving to kc at some point, v glad to hear there are people there besides my boyfriend
is this the worst comment in pgp history?
Read this at the gym while “stretching” and 1000% cried. Congrats, JR!
i only bang dudes who are still wearing their boots.
maybe if it’s a teeny tiny stall shower. the key is a nice roomy bath/shower combo. i will defend this take to the death.
also, if your girlfriend is well accessorized and drinking an aesthetically pleasing drink, just assume her looking off into the distance is your cue to take between fourteen and eight seven “candid” pics. in portrait mode, unless you’re a poor.
i’ve never been more disappointed in you, arcadia
have you tried being better at it?
nick, you have never been more wrong. morning sex is great. morning shower sex is greater.
idk have you ever burnt your fingers through the paper plate that barely contains an enormous slice of lorenzo’s on south street in philadelphia?
chicago style deep dish pizza is delicious but is not the same as the $2.50 crispy thin crust slice of pizza handed to me over the counter by a small italian man named salvatore.
I came dangerously close to blacking out at Cheeseburger in Paradise. Upon leaving, saw a man with grey hair. I immediately screamed, “OH MY GOD! IT’S BEN FRANKLIN! HE’S HERE!” and my boyfriend had to escort me out, trying not to laugh as I excitedly cried.
Only came here to say how badly I want those nachos rn