My bachelor party was mostly tame. We didn’t make a big trip because none of us could afford it. What we did do was get drunk and kicked out of laser tag for yelling at kids, black out at our favorite bar, and start (and finish) a bar fight. Could have been worse and nobody regrets it.
Pretty sure my wife would have left me by now if I didn’t have my beard. I shaved it once for a Halloween costume and she didn’t want to be around me for about a week.
Here’s a quick update for you, buddy: tipping isn’t an option. It’s part of going out to eat and if you can’t afford to tip, you can’t afford to go out to eat. Now, if a server is really shitty at their job, sure, sometimes they deserve to be stiffed so they can wake up and learn to get a different job. But for good or even acceptable levels of service, you should either be tipping or eating at places where nobody serves you but the guy behind the counter.
I’m not even interested in the sexual misadventures part of this job (alright I am but like legally I’m not allowed to be) but it sounds like a kickass place to work.
You’ve got some downvotes there Johnny, but my closet full of khakis and solid color button downs kinda lends credence to your point. I mean, you don’t understand fashion either, but I’m not gonna say I do.
When my wife and I go out with friends, I make sure to pay as much attention to everyone else as I do to her. I’m gonna go home and spend the rest of the day with her, but I might not see everyone else for weeks. Why would I ignore them to have a conversation I could have anytime in the next 10 hours?
Right on point as always, man. Show up and put in some genuine effort, it’ll get you far. Sometimes you get a curve ball from the universe and as long as you keep showing up, things will start going your way.
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Get outta here you Dayton scum.
Just kidding, cmon down and bring some Warped Wing.
He likes it ruff.
I know beer goggles are the only reason my wife sleeps with me. Hey, whatever works.
My bachelor party was mostly tame. We didn’t make a big trip because none of us could afford it. What we did do was get drunk and kicked out of laser tag for yelling at kids, black out at our favorite bar, and start (and finish) a bar fight. Could have been worse and nobody regrets it.
“Honey, you go do the rest of the grocery shopping. You know where I’ll be.”
Wisest thing my father in law ever told me: you have to grow old, you don’t have to grow up.
Never let go of your inner child, even if it just means that you act immature every now and then around your college buddies.
Or Hoppin Frog or Madtree or any of about ten other breweries.
She is not.
She’s an extension of your inner basic girl. Deep down inside, you are her and she is you.
Pretty sure my wife would have left me by now if I didn’t have my beard. I shaved it once for a Halloween costume and she didn’t want to be around me for about a week.
These scientists are doing the lord’s work.
Start drinking around lunch time, take a 3 PM caffeine break, keep drinking. There you go, no 4 PM sleepies.
And you’re a glass of a delicious cocktail with a lime garnish.
Here’s a quick update for you, buddy: tipping isn’t an option. It’s part of going out to eat and if you can’t afford to tip, you can’t afford to go out to eat. Now, if a server is really shitty at their job, sure, sometimes they deserve to be stiffed so they can wake up and learn to get a different job. But for good or even acceptable levels of service, you should either be tipping or eating at places where nobody serves you but the guy behind the counter.
I’m not even interested in the sexual misadventures part of this job (alright I am but like legally I’m not allowed to be) but it sounds like a kickass place to work.
You’ve got some downvotes there Johnny, but my closet full of khakis and solid color button downs kinda lends credence to your point. I mean, you don’t understand fashion either, but I’m not gonna say I do.
Sure, she “lives like a homeless person” and you call her out. But you dress like a homeless person and apparently that’s all fine and dandy.
When my wife and I go out with friends, I make sure to pay as much attention to everyone else as I do to her. I’m gonna go home and spend the rest of the day with her, but I might not see everyone else for weeks. Why would I ignore them to have a conversation I could have anytime in the next 10 hours?
Right on point as always, man. Show up and put in some genuine effort, it’ll get you far. Sometimes you get a curve ball from the universe and as long as you keep showing up, things will start going your way.
Last fucking week, dude. Click his username, it ain’t that hard to figure out.