When I was 9, I got this ridiculously designed black sweatshirt with a giant Bulbasaur on it from my grandmother for Christmas. Even at 9, and loving Pokemon Gameboy games and cards, I knew this was a social disaster and hid the sweater. Didn’t wear it once. Now that my grandma has passed away, I totally regret not letting my freak flag fly.
Just curious, but what the hell state is that? My ladyfriend and I live in Colorado and $180K household income qualifies us as yuppies who still can’t afford real dining room furniture.
Lol, nothing says power move like taking clients out on the course, except maybe “This question was met with the same look that my mom gave me after she saw my credit card statement this week.”
My dev team (6 people) moved out of the main area into the CEOs old office which has a door. My boss noticed me walking back from the bathroom into the team’s office space, stuck his head through the door, and in the most squirrely Michael Scott voice said “WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK YOU’RE DOING!? YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED OUT OF HERE!”, then yanked the door closed behind me.
There’s a ton of variety within the Rosé style. Those with less tannin I could definitely see as being a good everyday summer drink, but occasionally you get a bottle that tastes like translucent Cab.
My brother has a Belgian Malinois (well, the state owns it, but it shits in his back yard) for bomb detection work. It’s obedient as fuck and smart as hell.
Yeah, I’m a programmer and have a sit/stand desk. Even when I’m not using the standing feature, it helps because the monitors are at an appropriate height as opposed to the low stands I had before. It helps with your back and neck a ton.
Love breweries. There’s one on every corner where I live. Unfortunately, that means a few are going to suck and/or be full of hipster try-hards that just fucking ruin my day.
Splitting bills is ridiculous in a dating context. If it’s a first date, whoever asked the other out pays. After that, just try to alternate tabs on a reasonable basis; it’s not hard if you’re not both total cheapskates and are actually trying.
I’ve learned to mix some mean cocktails and cook great food (plus we’re lame), so the ladyfriend and I stay in a lot. But I remember fondly MY first bar, where every Monday of summer break I could get a pitcher of Coors Light and a huge-ass plate of loaded nachos for $6. I used to do that then go to beer-league bowling; now I can’t even go out for a few beers without a 2-day hangover.
You’ll be fine as long as you give a solid effort. Professor is just being a hardass to you first-years to weed out people that won’t end up putting in the hours and waste everybody else’s time.
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When I was 9, I got this ridiculously designed black sweatshirt with a giant Bulbasaur on it from my grandmother for Christmas. Even at 9, and loving Pokemon Gameboy games and cards, I knew this was a social disaster and hid the sweater. Didn’t wear it once. Now that my grandma has passed away, I totally regret not letting my freak flag fly.
Just curious, but what the hell state is that? My ladyfriend and I live in Colorado and $180K household income qualifies us as yuppies who still can’t afford real dining room furniture.
“Werewolves of London” by Warren Zevon. AhoooOOOOOOOO!
Lol, nothing says power move like taking clients out on the course, except maybe “This question was met with the same look that my mom gave me after she saw my credit card statement this week.”
My dev team (6 people) moved out of the main area into the CEOs old office which has a door. My boss noticed me walking back from the bathroom into the team’s office space, stuck his head through the door, and in the most squirrely Michael Scott voice said “WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK YOU’RE DOING!? YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED OUT OF HERE!”, then yanked the door closed behind me.
There’s a ton of variety within the Rosé style. Those with less tannin I could definitely see as being a good everyday summer drink, but occasionally you get a bottle that tastes like translucent Cab.
Not the nicest dog, but I think the working ones are trained to be a dick on purpose.
My brother has a Belgian Malinois (well, the state owns it, but it shits in his back yard) for bomb detection work. It’s obedient as fuck and smart as hell.
If you have a dog and you don’t take a daily Instagram with it, do you really have a dog?
Too much sugar to sustain. Bloody Mary bar (where they serve you just vodka and let you add mixer/garnishes yourself) is where it’s at.
The only thing notable about this story is that you can smoke cigarettes at your desk.
Yeah, I’m a programmer and have a sit/stand desk. Even when I’m not using the standing feature, it helps because the monitors are at an appropriate height as opposed to the low stands I had before. It helps with your back and neck a ton.
Boris?
Love breweries. There’s one on every corner where I live. Unfortunately, that means a few are going to suck and/or be full of hipster try-hards that just fucking ruin my day.
Splitting bills is ridiculous in a dating context. If it’s a first date, whoever asked the other out pays. After that, just try to alternate tabs on a reasonable basis; it’s not hard if you’re not both total cheapskates and are actually trying.
I’ve learned to mix some mean cocktails and cook great food (plus we’re lame), so the ladyfriend and I stay in a lot. But I remember fondly MY first bar, where every Monday of summer break I could get a pitcher of Coors Light and a huge-ass plate of loaded nachos for $6. I used to do that then go to beer-league bowling; now I can’t even go out for a few beers without a 2-day hangover.
You’ll be fine as long as you give a solid effort. Professor is just being a hardass to you first-years to weed out people that won’t end up putting in the hours and waste everybody else’s time.
That’s some Hooli shit right there.