“My point in the comment was what happens if you drain all your accounts for some $10K ring and you find out your lady wanted something simpler?”
Has that, in the history of women, happened, ever? “This rock is just too big and flashy, can I have something that won’t be so show-offy to my friends?”
Protip: I know the comment about “anything less than VVS-1…” was joking, but seriously, go learn what the terms mean when you’re ready to buy. SI1 is “some inclusions noticeable under 10x power”. Even the most materialistic chick isn’t bringing a jeweler’s loupe to the bar. Only pay for the shit you can actually see. The cost difference there is thousands. Same with color; don’t pay for a colorless stone if you’re putting it in a gold setting, because the stone will pick up the color from the setting anyways. Don’t let some sales dude/lady talk you into spending money on shit that doesn’t matter. No one cares about what the rock looks like under 10x power in a lab, your girl cares about what it looks like on her finger at the bar/brunch/office.
Sorry, turkey is a mediocre meal at best. I’ve always said, if an entire holiday is centered on a meal, they shoulda picked a better one like a pork shoulder or ribeyes or a good lasagna or something.
Weird, because I can leave Texas de Brazil after dinner with my wife having eaten a normal amount of food, but when we go there for our quarterly work dinner it’s like a contest of who can devour the most bacon wrapped filets and the few women present are mostly disgusted.
I’m married with a kid. The days ahead of me are probably the “best” ones, but they won’t be as fun as that time I got hammered in college and stole a backhole with my buddy and then I hooked up with his his hot chick cousin.
“My point in the comment was what happens if you drain all your accounts for some $10K ring and you find out your lady wanted something simpler?”
Has that, in the history of women, happened, ever? “This rock is just too big and flashy, can I have something that won’t be so show-offy to my friends?”
I only order drinks with enough alcohol content to kill whatever germs might be living in my glass.
Yes, you plan for expected loss of life on large projects of certain types. We build oil refineries in Iraq and other places. People die. It happens.
I love doing nothing on vacation, I just prefer doing at the beach or by the pool.
Protip: I know the comment about “anything less than VVS-1…” was joking, but seriously, go learn what the terms mean when you’re ready to buy. SI1 is “some inclusions noticeable under 10x power”. Even the most materialistic chick isn’t bringing a jeweler’s loupe to the bar. Only pay for the shit you can actually see. The cost difference there is thousands. Same with color; don’t pay for a colorless stone if you’re putting it in a gold setting, because the stone will pick up the color from the setting anyways. Don’t let some sales dude/lady talk you into spending money on shit that doesn’t matter. No one cares about what the rock looks like under 10x power in a lab, your girl cares about what it looks like on her finger at the bar/brunch/office.
Not particularly, but it ain’t exactly a big deal. It’s not a residential street full of kids and puppies.
In fairness, I’ve also done 108mph, or more, over the Ben Franklin Bridge.
Call my parents every 3-4 days, email almost daily. Call Grandma once a week. Harass my sister via texts. Everyone else can follow me on FB.
Pardon me for preferring proper tense.
“Pass the bourbon” and then you don’t care what the conversation is, you’ll just have a loud opinion on it.
As someone who was actually in the Navy, I know the “who’s still in the Navy/and probably will be for life” is the most tragic verse in the song.
Getting hammered on Thursday > Getting hammered on Wednesday. Drinksgiving.
Sorry, turkey is a mediocre meal at best. I’ve always said, if an entire holiday is centered on a meal, they shoulda picked a better one like a pork shoulder or ribeyes or a good lasagna or something.
Weird, because I can leave Texas de Brazil after dinner with my wife having eaten a normal amount of food, but when we go there for our quarterly work dinner it’s like a contest of who can devour the most bacon wrapped filets and the few women present are mostly disgusted.
I’m married with a kid. The days ahead of me are probably the “best” ones, but they won’t be as fun as that time I got hammered in college and stole a backhole with my buddy and then I hooked up with his his hot chick cousin.
Jay-Z’s losses are probably analogous to the time I was trying to buy a soda and the machine ate a nickle on me. Oh well, at least I’m #notaginger
Fuck Madoff. -Chicago
I never think that.
It’s all German cars. My Acura is a wannabe pretender, but it never breaks.