If we ever meet, I owe you a coffee. Remember contract law? Offer, consideration, acceptance. My offer is contingent on on you passing. Consideration is the coffee.
I went through the same thing a few years ago. My first postgrad apartment was really, really crappy; thin walls, Indian neighbors nextdoor that would cook very fragrant foods daily, shitty insulation, but it was cheap and it was mine. As twisted as it is, but the simplicity and shittiness had its charm. Even though I have upgraded, frequently I will look back to simpler times in that crappy apartment with fond memories.
Does anyone else find it strange that girl has Todd’s professional calendar synced on her phone? My better half and I send each other google calendar invites for social engagements but from 8-5 we just know we are at work…
“Similar to how accounting tests sometimes have multiple choice questions that ask you to choose the “most correct” answer…” that statement just gave me flashbacks and a touch of PTSD…
My coworkers missed that memo. So many of them bought cookies and just keep them in a bowl on their desk. One person in particular sits right between me and the shortest way to the bathroom and printer. I am thinking about doing the Jenna method; chug my cup of water before I eat the cookie
An old roommate taught me a trick so you never have to match a single sock again. Throw all of your socks out (or turn them into rags, idgaf) and buy a few packs of the same socks from Costco. Instead of matching socks, you just grab 2 socks from your drawer. Done.
I had a marriage pact to my best opposite sex friend in High school. Unfortunately, due to an intended pregnancy and a shot gun wedding they were off the market junior year of undergrad. Dodged that bullet..
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If we ever meet, I owe you a coffee. Remember contract law? Offer, consideration, acceptance. My offer is contingent on on you passing. Consideration is the coffee.
I went through the same thing a few years ago. My first postgrad apartment was really, really crappy; thin walls, Indian neighbors nextdoor that would cook very fragrant foods daily, shitty insulation, but it was cheap and it was mine. As twisted as it is, but the simplicity and shittiness had its charm. Even though I have upgraded, frequently I will look back to simpler times in that crappy apartment with fond memories.
Congrats on the sex
Bet his wife is smoking’ though….
Does anyone else find it strange that girl has Todd’s professional calendar synced on her phone? My better half and I send each other google calendar invites for social engagements but from 8-5 we just know we are at work…
45 minutes before her shift too!
“Similar to how accounting tests sometimes have multiple choice questions that ask you to choose the “most correct” answer…” that statement just gave me flashbacks and a touch of PTSD…
Congrats on the sex
My coworkers missed that memo. So many of them bought cookies and just keep them in a bowl on their desk. One person in particular sits right between me and the shortest way to the bathroom and printer. I am thinking about doing the Jenna method; chug my cup of water before I eat the cookie
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I can totally relate to this article, except instead of the candy dish, its the Girlscout cookies some coworker guilted everyone into buying.
I all seriousness, I thought those blankets were washed between uses…
An old roommate taught me a trick so you never have to match a single sock again. Throw all of your socks out (or turn them into rags, idgaf) and buy a few packs of the same socks from Costco. Instead of matching socks, you just grab 2 socks from your drawer. Done.
Season 3 is coming out soon!
What is an OTPBHJ? I have heard of OTPHJ before but what about the b?
I’ll take a lap…
John needed to propise to Caroline like he needs a hole in his head….or more specifically, a hole in his wallet.
“Not keeping up on the current lingo” and having to check urban dictionary to figure out what your younger cousins posted on facebook. PGP
I had a marriage pact to my best opposite sex friend in High school. Unfortunately, due to an intended pregnancy and a shot gun wedding they were off the market junior year of undergrad. Dodged that bullet..
Fuck.