Todd is like a childhood friend that gets into serious drugs. You try so many times to help him, but he can only get better if he wants to help himself.
First, this is an excellent defense of a thing you like. But second, and more importantly, fast food is a weird thing to get mad/defensive about. Look, I eat it. Whether it be due to convenience, being drunk, or the aftermath of being drunk. But it’s fuckin’ junk food.
Full disclosure, I am from and still live in the suburbs. But, if you move here, or shit if you’re from here and haven’t done so already, make friends with south siders. And not like, Frankfort. The real south side. That’s a scene that I have come to love with all my heart.
The novelty of having my days free has worn off. Today during my rounds I had the realization that I really miss being part of society. At least I just have to take care of equipment and not people. Godspeed.
As a man who started working third shift last December, the spring being upon us is really fucking me up. I have to cut the grass when I get home while avoiding dehydration from too much coffee. It’s a delicate balancing act that I’m working on mastering.
I work a blue collar job myself. And while I personally don’t care if people bust my balls for the coffee I drink (which never happens because I’m a Dunkin man), it’s always fun when guys are too scared to razz someone for Starbucks because they’re like an insane looking iron worker. Insane looking iron workers can do whatever they want.
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Todd is like a childhood friend that gets into serious drugs. You try so many times to help him, but he can only get better if he wants to help himself.
You can tell this guy is smart because he has such a big forehead to hold all his brains.
You’re not going to get a lot of support. But yes, Arby’s rules. One joke on The Simpsons has sullied their reputation for eternity.
The only negative about Culver’s is they have Pepsi products. Pepsi sucks.
First, this is an excellent defense of a thing you like. But second, and more importantly, fast food is a weird thing to get mad/defensive about. Look, I eat it. Whether it be due to convenience, being drunk, or the aftermath of being drunk. But it’s fuckin’ junk food.
Hey you know the Red Wings and Pistons are in are in Michigan, right?
Well, I don’t know what to tell you. It’s a site ran largely by and for millennials.
There’s not a shot in hell this is the “most millennial” peice on this site.
Because everyone thinks the thing they have is good because it’s theirs.
Full disclosure, I am from and still live in the suburbs. But, if you move here, or shit if you’re from here and haven’t done so already, make friends with south siders. And not like, Frankfort. The real south side. That’s a scene that I have come to love with all my heart.
I didn’t choose the vampire life. The vampire life chose me. Or I got let go last year and this was the best job available at the time. One of those.
Good for you.
You’ve never struck me as a “shot and a beer” kinda guy, Will.
The novelty of having my days free has worn off. Today during my rounds I had the realization that I really miss being part of society. At least I just have to take care of equipment and not people. Godspeed.
As a man who started working third shift last December, the spring being upon us is really fucking me up. I have to cut the grass when I get home while avoiding dehydration from too much coffee. It’s a delicate balancing act that I’m working on mastering.
This x100000000. I wish this site would cool it with these “my thing is better than your thing” blogs.
I work a blue collar job myself. And while I personally don’t care if people bust my balls for the coffee I drink (which never happens because I’m a Dunkin man), it’s always fun when guys are too scared to razz someone for Starbucks because they’re like an insane looking iron worker. Insane looking iron workers can do whatever they want.
How long did you consider dumping your coffee on that coworkers head? The fuckin’ balls on that guy…
barely*. Was tempted to leave it and play it off as a food pun.
Exactly. Couple that with the fact that people running a food truck are likely trained chefs and this take barley makes sense.