The raw numbers go out the window when you throw in “affording your own house.” Going out to eat and online shopping pale in comparison to the wealth obtained by owning property, especially people ahead of us who bought low and saw the values skyrocket.
Your ex didn’t cut you off because you puked up duck.
Your ex cut you off because you’re a crappy person who doesn’t recognize his own shittiness and refuses to grow up. At some point, you need to realize that the problem is in the mirror.
Ever wonder why preteens and teenagers, especially dudes, bag on each other and constantly call each other out even for stuff that’s ultimately not a big deal?
So none of them end up like Duda. Your childhood friends failed.
I stood up in a wedding where the bride decided to hand out other “of honor” titles (dame of honor, consuela of honor, stab myself in the fucking eyes of honor, etc) for this exact reason. Kind of glad that groomsman drama hasn’t been a thing thus far.
Protip: you may be wasting time with how you exercise. Endless cardio often won’t grant you results. Dial back the cardio a bit and lift heavy weights. Profit.
I’d like to know where you people work, since my office is just a bunch of miserable married men hopelessly flirt-begging with interns and new hires, and the few girls that exist act like they’re too good for anyone in the workplace.
5) The strange, slender tree tattoo on one shoulder that a bunch of Crossfit girls and/or vegan chicks and/or soccer moms in mid-life crises have that just screams “I’m not interesting, but I’m trying desperately to fake it.”
Buckcherry’s “Crazy Bitch” is popular at the local undergrad bar, but maybe that’s because the regulars are miserable attendees of a glorified community college despite their “trust fund baby” status.
I’m still not sure how Raimi pulled off Spider-Man 2. The Evil Dead stuff is cult classic porn, but we’re talking about a serious Orson Welles move here.
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What in hell’s fuck is a “push-up bar?”
The raw numbers go out the window when you throw in “affording your own house.” Going out to eat and online shopping pale in comparison to the wealth obtained by owning property, especially people ahead of us who bought low and saw the values skyrocket.
Your ex didn’t cut you off because you puked up duck.
Your ex cut you off because you’re a crappy person who doesn’t recognize his own shittiness and refuses to grow up. At some point, you need to realize that the problem is in the mirror.
Let’s go with that. I’m glad you speak this person’s language.
I’m not sure what I just read.
I have no clue what you just said, but I have the strange urge to punch your face.
Ever wonder why preteens and teenagers, especially dudes, bag on each other and constantly call each other out even for stuff that’s ultimately not a big deal?
So none of them end up like Duda. Your childhood friends failed.
25? If by “old” you mean “fat, slow, and feeble,” then sure.
I stood up in a wedding where the bride decided to hand out other “of honor” titles (dame of honor, consuela of honor, stab myself in the fucking eyes of honor, etc) for this exact reason. Kind of glad that groomsman drama hasn’t been a thing thus far.
Protip: you may be wasting time with how you exercise. Endless cardio often won’t grant you results. Dial back the cardio a bit and lift heavy weights. Profit.
I’m having trouble deciding if this house is a regular orgy or entirely celibate, because I have a hard time thinking it’s anything in between.
Only one of these is an actual insect.
If the dude in the last picture didn’t have a beard, I would think it was a chick. The suit cut, the shoes, the bag just scream estrogen.
Great article, and my experience bears this out.
The only problem, Knox, is the audience.
I’d like to know where you people work, since my office is just a bunch of miserable married men hopelessly flirt-begging with interns and new hires, and the few girls that exist act like they’re too good for anyone in the workplace.
Might want to get an x-ray to find that flagpole someone lost up your ass.
5) The strange, slender tree tattoo on one shoulder that a bunch of Crossfit girls and/or vegan chicks and/or soccer moms in mid-life crises have that just screams “I’m not interesting, but I’m trying desperately to fake it.”
Buckcherry’s “Crazy Bitch” is popular at the local undergrad bar, but maybe that’s because the regulars are miserable attendees of a glorified community college despite their “trust fund baby” status.
I’m still not sure how Raimi pulled off Spider-Man 2. The Evil Dead stuff is cult classic porn, but we’re talking about a serious Orson Welles move here.
Beer is half the goddamn price, both in aisles and on tap.