I’m nothing if not a De Niro fan. But he’s been part of some dog shit movies. I subscribe to Hannibal Buress’ theory that he owes a ridiculous amount of gambling debt so he had to be in The Intern.
Even if he did do it, there was still something hinky about the way everything was handled. I thought he’d get re-tried somewhere else, but overturning seems like the right move. Unless he’s Kaiser Söze.
I had reservations as to what this was going to be about. But after reading, you’re spot on. People need to get checked in order to understand how to behave. Sometimes that requires a shot to the face. Everyone just needs to understand that the older you get, the more severe the violation has to be to require physical violence.
I’ve said this before , but I have never been to a wedding with a live band. DJs are hit and miss. I’ve been to some weddings where it’s just a guy playing mp3s. And others where the dude has a vibe going the whole time and everybody going ape shit on the dance floor.
A maid is a must if you have extra funds. I pay a cleaning lady $70 to come every three weeks to do a deep clean. The rest of the time you just keep your shit tidy and people will think your a fully functioning adult.
I’m sometimes envious of people that went to a school with a big football program. In Chicago, unless you blindly like Notre Dame because you’re Catholic, there’s no major CFB rooting interest. I just have to wait for the dumpster fire that is the Bears.
People also live where you live. Some of them are people you have met before. There’s always the option of politely saying hello and keeping it moving.
I just got over a bout of diverticulitis, which was arguably the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life, and I can’t imagine jerking it to relieve the pain. Like how do you get horny (look I know you don’t have to be horny to beat it, we’ve all done it out of boredom) when you’re writhing around in pain?
I think any job where you’re around people and do something that doesn’t involve sitting at a desk leaves you open to worthless banter. I’m a building engineer (fancy maintenance guy) and I hear some form of ‘boy that looks like fun’, or ‘I have some ____ you can fix at my house’ multiple times a day and it makes me want to commit a murder.
Earlier this summer I was at my cousins graduation party and had about a half hour conversation with some of my older (21) cousins friends. It felt like my brother in law and I were two old men sent to entertain children.
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I’m nothing if not a De Niro fan. But he’s been part of some dog shit movies. I subscribe to Hannibal Buress’ theory that he owes a ridiculous amount of gambling debt so he had to be in The Intern.
Every generation has a wide range of ages, you dildo.
Fuck you, man.
Even if he did do it, there was still something hinky about the way everything was handled. I thought he’d get re-tried somewhere else, but overturning seems like the right move. Unless he’s Kaiser Söze.
If you can truly disregard the consequences, do it.
It’s half excitement (love Nov/Dec), and half anxiety (hate Jan/Feb).
Are seasonal scarcies a thing? If so, this game me them. I’m going to be stuck inside for months in the blink of an eye.
I had reservations as to what this was going to be about. But after reading, you’re spot on. People need to get checked in order to understand how to behave. Sometimes that requires a shot to the face. Everyone just needs to understand that the older you get, the more severe the violation has to be to require physical violence.
It does seem like an income bracket thing. Or maybe good live bands are cheaper in the south?
I’ve said this before , but I have never been to a wedding with a live band. DJs are hit and miss. I’ve been to some weddings where it’s just a guy playing mp3s. And others where the dude has a vibe going the whole time and everybody going ape shit on the dance floor.
A maid is a must if you have extra funds. I pay a cleaning lady $70 to come every three weeks to do a deep clean. The rest of the time you just keep your shit tidy and people will think your a fully functioning adult.
I’m sometimes envious of people that went to a school with a big football program. In Chicago, unless you blindly like Notre Dame because you’re Catholic, there’s no major CFB rooting interest. I just have to wait for the dumpster fire that is the Bears.
It makes sense now that we know he just got over food poisoning.
People also live where you live. Some of them are people you have met before. There’s always the option of politely saying hello and keeping it moving.
I just got over a bout of diverticulitis, which was arguably the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life, and I can’t imagine jerking it to relieve the pain. Like how do you get horny (look I know you don’t have to be horny to beat it, we’ve all done it out of boredom) when you’re writhing around in pain?
You’re absolutely right. I just miss his writing. As an aging piece of shit, I related to a lot more of his stuff.
I’m 90% sure this will never happen, but an episode of Touching Base that briefly addresses what happened with Brian would be greatly appreciated.
Truth. I don’t feel like I started hitting the skids until like 27. You’ve still got life in you, Johnny.
I think any job where you’re around people and do something that doesn’t involve sitting at a desk leaves you open to worthless banter. I’m a building engineer (fancy maintenance guy) and I hear some form of ‘boy that looks like fun’, or ‘I have some ____ you can fix at my house’ multiple times a day and it makes me want to commit a murder.
Earlier this summer I was at my cousins graduation party and had about a half hour conversation with some of my older (21) cousins friends. It felt like my brother in law and I were two old men sent to entertain children.