I like seeing the fucked up comments and people getting mad over them, personally. Speaking of comments, why do I have to click multiple times to see them? You know how many times I read an article? Once. You know how many times I go back and check the comments? More than once. And another thing! If I link to an article from Facebook on my phone, why can’t I see the comments? I don’t like having the app on my phone because if my wife finds it she’ll figure out who I am and say, “Why are you commenting on PGP so much and sharing details of your and my life with internet strangers?” And that’s a question I don’t want to have to answer.
I think we need to differentiate groups of people who go to college. There are the art history major types as mentioned by Cube, i.e. people who don’t have a marketable degree, people who paid a ton of money for National American University-type places, which isn’t really going to college in my mind, and those of us with valuable degrees.
I want a follow-up with all the dumbfucks participating in the “Love Your Spouse” Facebook challenge. I already saw the picture of you trying dim sum together. Didn’t care two years ago, don’t care on Day 4 of the challenge.
You know what people do post-grad? Move to a new city, pay too much for rent, work at a shitty job, try to meet a special lady friend, deal with hangovers, gain weight, get married, buy a house. What do you expect to see here?
My most recent bachelor party in Vegas at 3:00 am on Sunday:
Best Man: “Hey, [Groom] spent $1,800 on bottles and in the VIP room. What do you got?”
Me: “Fifteen”
BM: “You got $1,500?”
Me: “No, I’m down to 15 dollars on me.”
And over/under on number of minutes it would take for her to leave Acro-Yoga because her partner either smelled bad, was “gross” or creeped her out is 18.
Maybe it’s where you live. I’m in the South and have been to weddings where people fly in wedding bands from Atlanta and NOLA that are fucking awesome. Anybody can show up with an iPhone and some speakers.
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I like seeing the fucked up comments and people getting mad over them, personally. Speaking of comments, why do I have to click multiple times to see them? You know how many times I read an article? Once. You know how many times I go back and check the comments? More than once. And another thing! If I link to an article from Facebook on my phone, why can’t I see the comments? I don’t like having the app on my phone because if my wife finds it she’ll figure out who I am and say, “Why are you commenting on PGP so much and sharing details of your and my life with internet strangers?” And that’s a question I don’t want to have to answer.
I think we need to differentiate groups of people who go to college. There are the art history major types as mentioned by Cube, i.e. people who don’t have a marketable degree, people who paid a ton of money for National American University-type places, which isn’t really going to college in my mind, and those of us with valuable degrees.
Thank you both for your service.
Cush left work on Monday, didn’t have to work until probably 10:00 pm on Tuesday, decided to get drunk. What’s confusing?
(In a mom voice) “Soooo???? How’d it go????”
I want a follow-up with all the dumbfucks participating in the “Love Your Spouse” Facebook challenge. I already saw the picture of you trying dim sum together. Didn’t care two years ago, don’t care on Day 4 of the challenge.
I mean it’s like commenting “Great. More baseball highlights…” on espn.com this time of year.
You know what people do post-grad? Move to a new city, pay too much for rent, work at a shitty job, try to meet a special lady friend, deal with hangovers, gain weight, get married, buy a house. What do you expect to see here?
My most recent bachelor party in Vegas at 3:00 am on Sunday:
Best Man: “Hey, [Groom] spent $1,800 on bottles and in the VIP room. What do you got?”
Me: “Fifteen”
BM: “You got $1,500?”
Me: “No, I’m down to 15 dollars on me.”
Everyone deserves to get punched in the mouth at least once in their life. You just happened to be the delivery man for this guy.
Illegal Pete’s moving in across the street from the original Chipotle was an ultimate power move.
Says Putin’s nephew.
And thanks for (kind of) linking directly to comments from the homepage.
And over/under on number of minutes it would take for her to leave Acro-Yoga because her partner either smelled bad, was “gross” or creeped her out is 18.
Interesting and Useless Fact (for you non-Texans): The last name of the ZZ Top member without a beard is Beard.
*Watch The Olympics and Decide to Take One Acro-Yoga / That Weird Shit Where They Hang From The Drapes Class
Maybe it’s where you live. I’m in the South and have been to weddings where people fly in wedding bands from Atlanta and NOLA that are fucking awesome. Anybody can show up with an iPhone and some speakers.
A wedding I went to ended with Whataburger taquitos and lottery scratchers. Got my grub on and won $50. It was awesome.
I’d rather go back to seeing all the Rowdy Gentlemen ads with the ability to click my mouse once and go straight to the comments.
You are 100% wrong. Live band with some horns, set up a playlist with modern tunes for during their breaks if you want hip-hop.
Yesterday I gave it a 2/10. I’m revising it .5/10 only because since I’ll keep coming back to this site I can’t give it a 0/10.