Pulp doesn’t work when combining OJ with an alcoholic addition. Keeps it from properly mixing together for some reason, thus the vodka / gin / champagne floating on top and the pulp separating out and sinking to the bottom of the glass.
I’ve also installed a ceiling track similar to that found in a hospital so that at 10:30 each night I can swing a heavy black curtain around my side of the bed, thus enveloping me in cool, dark silence while the wife finishes “Insert Name of Documentary I’ll Never Watch Here” on Netflix.
Was a groomsman in a Catholic wedding last month. The ceremony ended at 1:30, reception started at 6:00. Day drinking, nap, shower to freshen up, hit that dance floor? I’m all about it. Nope. We spent 3 1/2 hours driving around the city taking staged pictures.
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Pulp doesn’t work when combining OJ with an alcoholic addition. Keeps it from properly mixing together for some reason, thus the vodka / gin / champagne floating on top and the pulp separating out and sinking to the bottom of the glass.
Big swing and a miss on BK’s attempt at “this is so bad it’s actually kinda good.”
Will’s just mad he didn’t think this up for Chronicles of Todd at the Derby.
Delta and its worldwide passengers are having a pretty terrible Monday.
Maybe some people like tetanus. Who am I to judge?
Is it just me, or wouldn’t you want to not swim in a dumpster simply because it’s a dumpster?
Well she only had one guest so I’m going with saddest.
I’ve also installed a ceiling track similar to that found in a hospital so that at 10:30 each night I can swing a heavy black curtain around my side of the bed, thus enveloping me in cool, dark silence while the wife finishes “Insert Name of Documentary I’ll Never Watch Here” on Netflix.
Option 4: Get married, buy a king size bed and never have to spoon again.
“Ratchet college skank” = TFM BOTD, so you, in a way, are not without fault, Dave.
Why didn’t FratJesus become OfficeJesus? Seems more fluid than TheRealJesus.
Was a groomsman in a Catholic wedding last month. The ceremony ended at 1:30, reception started at 6:00. Day drinking, nap, shower to freshen up, hit that dance floor? I’m all about it. Nope. We spent 3 1/2 hours driving around the city taking staged pictures.
Ba-Dum-Tiss
One for me, one for her, one for us, one she doesn’t know about.
Sounds like you have a shitty boss.
Oh, agreed. We have four checking accounts.
Argument: I make more than my wife, yet she spends way more than me. Come at me wage-gappers.
How is 8 – 4 a thing? You only work 7 hours per day?
No. I read it while waiting on a coworker to respond to an email.
Also, I imagined the lady at the claims center to be the same woman who didn’t want the muffin bottoms at the homeless shelter.
Those are cowboy boots and they cost a hell of a lot more than whatever’s on your feet right now. My feet too. 🙁