A professional business person by day, a professional goofball by night. I enjoy a strong whiskey ginger and a nice bubble butt to grab a hold of in the evening. I putt like a champ, but spend most of my days in the rough cause of my slice. A first date with me will always be a mystery because I don't buy the Groupon for dinner until the morning of.
The countless times I’ve said to myself “This is the worst fucking game in the world” quickly followed by “WOOOHOOO!! I Love This Game and I’m Awesome” after making what is likely to be the only good shot for the round.
My Favorite Coworker picked up so much of my slack for the first 6 months while I was on the job. Everyone in the office calls her “Momma Bear”. She is a Jersey woman that’s like John Wayne Toilet Paper: Rough, Tough, and don’t take shit off of nobody.
Bought her a nice bottle of wine (well nice compared to the crap that I would buy for myself). She broke down in tears with appreciation. Now she sticks up for me in meetings when shit goes to hell in a hand basket.
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Who the fuck are you and why did you steal my name?
Shibz coming in hot for those new to the site.
I love the toppings to a certain extent. The following should be totally acceptable for putting on the BM:
Old Bay Rim
Olives (blue cheese stuffed ones are awesome)
Lime/Lemon
Celery
Bacon
cheese cubes and pepperoni
Possible additions that are getting into risky waters:
Toast points
Slim Jims
Tater Tots
Meat cubes
A whole fried chicken (http://www.businessinsider.com/chicken-fried-bloody-mary-in-milwaukee-2014-8)
#respectthesteak #teamshibby
I think fireflygirl77 hacked your account, bro. Might want to consider changing your password.
Admit nothing. Deny Everything.
PGPM
Those things are pretty much a space ship with a stick attached to them.
Brian would be doing Chicken Parm.
Time to give her the “old in and out”.
It started a little while ago with Fireflygirl77. BigTex was after that.
Now we have this tool…
That is false. I bet every night when he goes to sleep he clears his history to hide the snuff.
Everyone is a sell out. The only question is how much are you selling out for.
The countless times I’ve said to myself “This is the worst fucking game in the world” quickly followed by “WOOOHOOO!! I Love This Game and I’m Awesome” after making what is likely to be the only good shot for the round.
My Favorite Coworker picked up so much of my slack for the first 6 months while I was on the job. Everyone in the office calls her “Momma Bear”. She is a Jersey woman that’s like John Wayne Toilet Paper: Rough, Tough, and don’t take shit off of nobody.
Bought her a nice bottle of wine (well nice compared to the crap that I would buy for myself). She broke down in tears with appreciation. Now she sticks up for me in meetings when shit goes to hell in a hand basket.
Best $24.95 I ever spent.
Zing!