Former amateur soccer player, all around nice guy. I spend most staff meetings wondering how they got the conference table through the doors. Sometimes I just want to give it all up and become a handsome billionaire.
Do I have a chance with my local affiliate? Nah. Have I shown up to her live broadcast in the pouring rain to tell her if she was a fruit she’d be a fineapple? Yes.
“Sex is not an indicator of a desire to be committed.” Pull out game weak and you’ve got eighteen years worth of commitment. Start shooting live rounds, James.
So by this token: “I present to you its counterpart: the Quinn Truflais Hot/Dumb Corollary, which simply states that the hotter a guy is the dumber he is.” I should have the cure for cancer by breakfast, ladies.
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I wonder at what point airport Chili’s workers decided working there was a good idea.
I really am not looking for much more than blacking out and meeting dogs…and actually meeting dogs. So…sup?
Do I have a chance with my local affiliate? Nah. Have I shown up to her live broadcast in the pouring rain to tell her if she was a fruit she’d be a fineapple? Yes.
Was your mouth closed? The description you gave made it sound pretty thick.
Plus one for Marky Mark, minus eight for the trash eagles.
You should look into paleontology, too Emily. You know, since you love digging up the past so much.
I pictured Alicia Silverstone the entire time I read this. Sorry, Charlie.
Man is the only mammal that uses the restroom with their pants on.
#PGP
I tried that once, but I forgot we went back to her place. It didn’t work as well.
My dad met Rick Henderson once at Gilly’s in Houston. They were both drunk, dad called him a drugstore cowboy and Rick took a swing.
I broke up with a girl once because she had a mole on her neck. I just couldn’t…there was no brunch involved.
As an ugly guy who gets zero dates from bumble, I would’ve been impressed.
I don’t even think the Browns would sign him…again.
Doctor prescribed me a CPAP machine for my OSA, use the face mask as a bong like resource. PGP
This sounds like a poorly written Nicholas Sparks story.
“Sex is not an indicator of a desire to be committed.” Pull out game weak and you’ve got eighteen years worth of commitment. Start shooting live rounds, James.
So by this token: “I present to you its counterpart: the Quinn Truflais Hot/Dumb Corollary, which simply states that the hotter a guy is the dumber he is.” I should have the cure for cancer by breakfast, ladies.
That hurts man, not like jumping on a bike without a seat, but painful anyhow.
All the way, Sarge!