The Life of Ben needs to be a series. I can really see this going somewhere. Ben seems like a stand up guy but he also seems like he’s one night out away from being a shit bum, constantly teetering an obscured line into oblivion. He’s the kind of guy who does everything by the book in his professional life, keeps solid relationships, but also seems like the kind of person to hide a spiraling closet drug addiction who could one day go off the rails and fuck a woman he meets at a business event, losing his wife and family and then becoming an alcoholic living in a studio apartment with a used mattress on the floor as he tries to hock life insurance premiums to would-be idiots. But Ben is sly and cunning so he could also be a business mogul with a massive coke addiction who somehow keeps it together but remains mysterious like the Great Gatsby.
NYC is the only relevant part of New York. The rest of the state is there for the people who are too poor to live in the city. With the exception of parts of Long Island.
This girl needs to live out the single life in full force, no doubt but she’s also at the age where at the same time, she should also be looking for numerous cats to adopt online and also getting heavily into the vegan scene. Just in case her bad luck keeps going for another couple of years, she’ll have a safety net plan kind of like a 401K except she retired by age 25.
You forgot Drake. In his new album cover he’s legit stuck on top of a sky scraper with no way to get down unless he wants to jump. Thoughts and prayers go out to the 6 God.
It’s kind of like Foxcon and how they have suicide prevention nets for their employees except these fisherman get caught by the nets and then drown because like the ocean is made of water and stuff and we can’t breath in water which is fucking annoying because it’s 2016.
You must not be familiar with the underground fish photo market. People hire others from 3rd world countries to work tirelessly at catching beautiful/photogenic fish. The kind of fish that Vogue would put on their cover. Then the fish are brought over to the US and a professional food photographer is hired to take the shot for customer to post on their dating profiles. It’s really hard to keep this industry going because most of the people overseas end up dying prematurely of starvation. It’s a cruel industry and it must be stopped. PETA overlooks it because the fish aren’t harmed and they don’t give a fuck about people.
When I heard the Red Hot Chili Peppers on a classic rock station coming into work today. Then again when my back flared up for twisting in my swivel chair too fast to go take a pee. Then when I looked down at my coffee and it was black with no additives. Then when my co-worker inquired about my 401K contribution percentage (minimal), and finally when I get a call from a cash life insurance company that I recently enrolled with.
These people are terrorists, instead of blowing shit up and making a scene for media attention/distraction, they breed and foster youth carbon copies of themselves and they multiply in great numbers at a relenting pace but they asymilate into the culture undetected until they are old enough to express themselves in attempts to continue their reign of terror amongst the gene pool.
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The Life of Ben needs to be a series. I can really see this going somewhere. Ben seems like a stand up guy but he also seems like he’s one night out away from being a shit bum, constantly teetering an obscured line into oblivion. He’s the kind of guy who does everything by the book in his professional life, keeps solid relationships, but also seems like the kind of person to hide a spiraling closet drug addiction who could one day go off the rails and fuck a woman he meets at a business event, losing his wife and family and then becoming an alcoholic living in a studio apartment with a used mattress on the floor as he tries to hock life insurance premiums to would-be idiots. But Ben is sly and cunning so he could also be a business mogul with a massive coke addiction who somehow keeps it together but remains mysterious like the Great Gatsby.
It’s brewed with vaginal yeast from the upper echelons of women in society.
NYC is the only relevant part of New York. The rest of the state is there for the people who are too poor to live in the city. With the exception of parts of Long Island.
This girl needs to live out the single life in full force, no doubt but she’s also at the age where at the same time, she should also be looking for numerous cats to adopt online and also getting heavily into the vegan scene. Just in case her bad luck keeps going for another couple of years, she’ll have a safety net plan kind of like a 401K except she retired by age 25.
I have no idea what you’re talking about.
I mean, I guess I’ll take credit for being an inspiration any way I can get it.
You forgot Drake. In his new album cover he’s legit stuck on top of a sky scraper with no way to get down unless he wants to jump. Thoughts and prayers go out to the 6 God.
“Being so poor that you had sleep for dinner to then wake up and go to work and still be poor after getting paid” – That’s on the secret B-Side
I didn’t even know she passed.
Everyone listen up, the betting is now closed.
I checked out like 3 years ago, man.
He’s supernatural, that rigs the betting pool.
That was perfect.
Celebrity deaths come in 3’s. Now taking bets respectfully (obviously). Place names and wagers below.
I can’t even think of some dumb, witty thing to comment out of left field on this. This was great man. I have been stumped by the Delph.
Oh come on, obviously I’m not being serious.
It’s kind of like Foxcon and how they have suicide prevention nets for their employees except these fisherman get caught by the nets and then drown because like the ocean is made of water and stuff and we can’t breath in water which is fucking annoying because it’s 2016.
You must not be familiar with the underground fish photo market. People hire others from 3rd world countries to work tirelessly at catching beautiful/photogenic fish. The kind of fish that Vogue would put on their cover. Then the fish are brought over to the US and a professional food photographer is hired to take the shot for customer to post on their dating profiles. It’s really hard to keep this industry going because most of the people overseas end up dying prematurely of starvation. It’s a cruel industry and it must be stopped. PETA overlooks it because the fish aren’t harmed and they don’t give a fuck about people.
When I heard the Red Hot Chili Peppers on a classic rock station coming into work today. Then again when my back flared up for twisting in my swivel chair too fast to go take a pee. Then when I looked down at my coffee and it was black with no additives. Then when my co-worker inquired about my 401K contribution percentage (minimal), and finally when I get a call from a cash life insurance company that I recently enrolled with.
Life is a drinking game and the more you drink, the sooner the game ends.
These people are terrorists, instead of blowing shit up and making a scene for media attention/distraction, they breed and foster youth carbon copies of themselves and they multiply in great numbers at a relenting pace but they asymilate into the culture undetected until they are old enough to express themselves in attempts to continue their reign of terror amongst the gene pool.