A couple years back I moved halfway across the country and that two day solo drive gave me the perfect amount of time to mentally prepare for the new life I was beginning. Also, don’t be afraid to unplug the aux cord and listen to some local FM or AM radio emanating out from Smalltown, USA. You know you’ve found the right station when the sports report includes that weekend’s little league schedule and scores.
Seems like a lot of dumb people have a lot of extra money. Maybe us PGPers are just too smart for our own good? Eh, what do I know? I’m just some simpleton getting excited for meatloaf night.
I just pictured you trying to walk into a Target shirtless, sweaty, barefoot, and with your grey sweatpants rolled halfway up your calves only to be turned around by security.
Revealing the lunch spot is a dangerous dance between helping some good people out who are just trying to make a few bucks doing what they love, bringing joy to your friends, and having it blow up in your face like this. Sorry, man.
No way girl gets pregnant out of wedlock, she’d be too embarrassed with her friends and family. She’s crazy, but not “I’m an Instagram model willing to go through an NBA player’s hotel room trash can for the used condom while he’s taking a shower” crazy.
Must have been a slow weekend due to Easter. These people are nowhere near NYT worthy. I say that because I’m nowhere near NYT worthy and it takes one to know one.
Bachelor shouldn’t be spending his own money at the strip club anyways. Go experience some of the softest, best smelling boobs of your entire life, my man.
I did this but it was selling coupon books for local pizza shops and oil change places. Showed up to my “interview” (a/k/a walking around a random neighborhood all fucking day) in a suit and dress shoes while it was 90 degrees out. I had no clue where I was since the drive was at least 45 minutes from the company’s office and I felt so bad for the guy that this was his actual job I couldn’t bring myself to beg for a ride back to my car. The thought of doing that 6 days a week (yes, they expected you to work Saturday) was terrifying.
They also didn’t track those stats in the early 60’s, and he going up against Wilt the Stilt who averaged over 50 points a game the same year. Big O claims to have not known he averaged a triple double until at least 15, if not 20 years later.
Wish I had something more exciting than a TJ’s frozen, pre-made chicky chicky parm parm to close out the series but it’s already in the oven. Stay healthy, y’all.
Start going on weeknights for a drink or two. It will likely be less crowded, thereby giving you the ability to chat up the bartender and the other regulars who are there. It’s less intimidating when the other people are solo as well, compared to a Friday or Saturday night when the bar’s full of groups of people out to get wasted.
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A couple years back I moved halfway across the country and that two day solo drive gave me the perfect amount of time to mentally prepare for the new life I was beginning. Also, don’t be afraid to unplug the aux cord and listen to some local FM or AM radio emanating out from Smalltown, USA. You know you’ve found the right station when the sports report includes that weekend’s little league schedule and scores.
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Seems like a lot of dumb people have a lot of extra money. Maybe us PGPers are just too smart for our own good? Eh, what do I know? I’m just some simpleton getting excited for meatloaf night.
I just pictured you trying to walk into a Target shirtless, sweaty, barefoot, and with your grey sweatpants rolled halfway up your calves only to be turned around by security.
Eternity
Is north KC a thing now? Used to be a giant shithole.
Bri Fierri was a great line.
Revealing the lunch spot is a dangerous dance between helping some good people out who are just trying to make a few bucks doing what they love, bringing joy to your friends, and having it blow up in your face like this. Sorry, man.
No way girl gets pregnant out of wedlock, she’d be too embarrassed with her friends and family. She’s crazy, but not “I’m an Instagram model willing to go through an NBA player’s hotel room trash can for the used condom while he’s taking a shower” crazy.
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(that’s a wink, not weird looking boobs, guys)
Must have been a slow weekend due to Easter. These people are nowhere near NYT worthy. I say that because I’m nowhere near NYT worthy and it takes one to know one.
Bachelor shouldn’t be spending his own money at the strip club anyways. Go experience some of the softest, best smelling boobs of your entire life, my man.
I did this but it was selling coupon books for local pizza shops and oil change places. Showed up to my “interview” (a/k/a walking around a random neighborhood all fucking day) in a suit and dress shoes while it was 90 degrees out. I had no clue where I was since the drive was at least 45 minutes from the company’s office and I felt so bad for the guy that this was his actual job I couldn’t bring myself to beg for a ride back to my car. The thought of doing that 6 days a week (yes, they expected you to work Saturday) was terrifying.
They also didn’t track those stats in the early 60’s, and he going up against Wilt the Stilt who averaged over 50 points a game the same year. Big O claims to have not known he averaged a triple double until at least 15, if not 20 years later.
And I used the same word twice in one sentence so fuck me too.
You had two typos, 19th. Rough way to close out on this instant daily classic of a daily series.
Wish I had something more exciting than a TJ’s frozen, pre-made chicky chicky parm parm to close out the series but it’s already in the oven. Stay healthy, y’all.
Start going on weeknights for a drink or two. It will likely be less crowded, thereby giving you the ability to chat up the bartender and the other regulars who are there. It’s less intimidating when the other people are solo as well, compared to a Friday or Saturday night when the bar’s full of groups of people out to get wasted.
Not with mine. Prefer then over my own family. They the bomb.
Laying low tonight, River Oaks tennis tournament tomorrow, Easter with the in-laws on Sunday. Scarries should be at an all time low this weekend.
4 Tito’s and soda at HH>Barry’s pizza>sleeping in since we’re closed for Good Friday.