All jokes aside, I’ve worn my comfort colors tees until the holes in the armpits are big enough to actually put my arm through. Those things earn their name.
For a lot of people, looking like they had a good time is more important than actually having a good time. Pretty sad that weddings aren’t an exception.
The only good part of these videos is when you can visibly see the pain in the eyes of one of the forced participants (groomsman on the left, second video) as they halfheartedly bop around like dying fish.
Thank you for this, Will. Literally every “hangover cure” article I’ve ever read ends with that stupid, “But the best way is to drink less and space drinks with water,” line. Thanks, but if I had a fucking time machine I wouldn’t be googling this from my bathroom floor with shaky hands and skull-shattering headache.
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It was my understanding there would be no math.
His “whatever” response makes me laugh every time I see it. Classic Lochte.
My new hero is the person who walked up to him on the subway and dropped that bomb about his fivehead. Devastating line right there.
Those are hands down the best openers. Especially when you’re already a bottle deep and your motor skills are diminishing.
I don’t even really know why you threw ZZ Top in there, but I hate you for it.
Rhythm always trips me up, both literally and figuratively.
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All jokes aside, I’ve worn my comfort colors tees until the holes in the armpits are big enough to actually put my arm through. Those things earn their name.
Yeah, I feel like that first bullet point should have read, “First and foremost, it’s a fucking dumpster.”
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For a lot of people, looking like they had a good time is more important than actually having a good time. Pretty sad that weddings aren’t an exception.
“This must be Thursday. I could never get the hang of Thursdays.”
“Well what’s the word for it, Lana? You freaked out when I said quadroon!”
“When I grew up, those things weren’t called racist,” says man born in 1930.
Jesus, this made me angry just imagining it.
No one calls it Beirut.
The only good part of these videos is when you can visibly see the pain in the eyes of one of the forced participants (groomsman on the left, second video) as they halfheartedly bop around like dying fish.
Thank you for this, Will. Literally every “hangover cure” article I’ve ever read ends with that stupid, “But the best way is to drink less and space drinks with water,” line. Thanks, but if I had a fucking time machine I wouldn’t be googling this from my bathroom floor with shaky hands and skull-shattering headache.
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Anyone else read the “I don’t care how much you like (or liked) this guy,” sentence with hand claps in between every word?