I’m not trying to change your mind. Or say that having a dog is “bad” or makes your social life “worse”. But you loose a lot your ability to be spontaneous because you’re responsible for a dog. That’s not something I’m willing to give up at this point.
I was very close to getting a dog, and did not for the reasons Mr. Incredible brought up. It’s certainly not impossible, but you’re sacrificing aspects of your social life whether you want to admit it or not.
Switching to an AnyTime Fitness was the best workout related decision I’ve ever made. It’s expensive enough to keep rif raff out, but not expensive enough to put a dent in the wallet. And it’s all people that are there to get in, workout, and get out. It’s not a social club.
Watching “Hot Girls Wanted” made me think people should have to be 21 to enter the porn industry. Listening to those girls rationalize what they’re doing only to see them come to the realization that they regret it was straight up depressing.
I haven’t been to a bachelor party involving strippers in years, and I’m a-ok with that. Don’t get me wrong, all of them have included excess is just about every other arena. But I don’t think strippers are an necessity. As far as these fitness freaks go, they can fuck themselves.
I don’t think there’s a way to fully escape the Monday Blues. After what was basically a two week bender, I took this weekend off. I crushed it running errands, getting stuff done around the house and even made a nutritious Sunday dinner. Still have a stong case of the Mondays.
I was ready to defend this, then I gave it another once over and did a 180. I was going to defend it based on the premise that if the place is know for food as well as beer, fine. Bring your kid. You order lunch, have a beer, catch up with your friend then you leave. As long as your kid is well behaved I have no issue with that. But there is not one mention of food in the entire thing. Leading me to believe that this woman is just taking her kids along while she hangs out and drinks. This lady/her article suck.
Yes. You’re parents likely don’t give a shit what you’re doing as long as it’s something together. I live really close to my parents so I see them once a week usually. But my sister moved to St Louis (from Chicago) and the majority of family time we spend tigers is just sitting around talking.
Even the Super Bowl bye week sucks. But yeah those first two Sunday’s are some of the worst. I spend a lot of time just staring out the window cursing winter.
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Really every social gathering is great in theory. But then you realize other people are going to be there.
Or “Joilet” as it is lovingly referred to.
I’m not trying to change your mind. Or say that having a dog is “bad” or makes your social life “worse”. But you loose a lot your ability to be spontaneous because you’re responsible for a dog. That’s not something I’m willing to give up at this point.
I was very close to getting a dog, and did not for the reasons Mr. Incredible brought up. It’s certainly not impossible, but you’re sacrificing aspects of your social life whether you want to admit it or not.
So…you don’t want to see a decent looking, oiled up broad in a pool?
Switching to an AnyTime Fitness was the best workout related decision I’ve ever made. It’s expensive enough to keep rif raff out, but not expensive enough to put a dent in the wallet. And it’s all people that are there to get in, workout, and get out. It’s not a social club.
It’s ok. You can just stay in the MILF category. The girls there are still likely younger than you.
Now that I’m older, the idea that anyone at 18 years old is equipped to make a life altering decision is crazy to me.
Watching “Hot Girls Wanted” made me think people should have to be 21 to enter the porn industry. Listening to those girls rationalize what they’re doing only to see them come to the realization that they regret it was straight up depressing.
I swear to god if this guy gets painted as the bad guy in this situation I’m burning the whole world.
My thoughts exactly. There was not one redeeming factor to that story. For me, anyway.
I haven’t been to a bachelor party involving strippers in years, and I’m a-ok with that. Don’t get me wrong, all of them have included excess is just about every other arena. But I don’t think strippers are an necessity. As far as these fitness freaks go, they can fuck themselves.
There’s no escaping it. Just regulating levels of severity.
I don’t think there’s a way to fully escape the Monday Blues. After what was basically a two week bender, I took this weekend off. I crushed it running errands, getting stuff done around the house and even made a nutritious Sunday dinner. Still have a stong case of the Mondays.
I was ready to defend this, then I gave it another once over and did a 180. I was going to defend it based on the premise that if the place is know for food as well as beer, fine. Bring your kid. You order lunch, have a beer, catch up with your friend then you leave. As long as your kid is well behaved I have no issue with that. But there is not one mention of food in the entire thing. Leading me to believe that this woman is just taking her kids along while she hangs out and drinks. This lady/her article suck.
While I don’t hate concerts, I came to the realization a few years ago that I certainly don’t need to go to as many as I used to. Getting older sucks.
Yes. You’re parents likely don’t give a shit what you’re doing as long as it’s something together. I live really close to my parents so I see them once a week usually. But my sister moved to St Louis (from Chicago) and the majority of family time we spend tigers is just sitting around talking.
This is actually kind of funny when the bartender disdainfully pours whatever shitty wine they have into a plastic cup.
Even the Super Bowl bye week sucks. But yeah those first two Sunday’s are some of the worst. I spend a lot of time just staring out the window cursing winter.
The person that downvoted this doesn’t understand the the pain of a mid February Sunday.