Are people eating donuts so often they need to order them 24 hours in advance on a regular basis? I’m a fairly big guy but this makes me feel a whole lot better about myself.
The idea is to get like 16 people – 8 male, 8 female so you have four sets of roommates for each sex. They have to go through the whole process – I’m talking about filling out forms asking your taste in music, are you a night owl, what’s your major, etc. so they get paired up wit the “best” match. This is the first episode and they call each other on the phone to figure out who’s bringing what and have that awkward conversation about how excited they are to move away from home. Husbands and wives are given the option to break up with their high school sweetheart, i.e. spouse, or try to make it to Christmas without cheating. However, and I’m not flexible on this, we need one legit attractive and single lady to be a participant so some lucky guy gets to live out his milf fantasy. As for school, I can’t decide if we throw ’em to wolves at ASU or FSU, or send them to some really shitty state school like Kentucky (no offense, but it seems like that school fucking sucks). We all then sit back and relax while all the women get hit on and the fat, out of shape dudes stare at college girls while they sweat their ass off playing pick up bball against the younger competition. I just want to find joy in the suffering of others as they try to relive the glory days. I can’t imagine the recovery time for a near 50 year old after going out for dollar pitchers on a Tuesday when the special doesn’t even start until 10:00 pm. Talk about some hangover scaries, in a dorm room no less.
Jesus, I thought you were meant to be amongst the people. All us common folk. Or is your living on the top floor a symbol of what our sacrifices and joyously spreading the word of God can one day become ours? Either way, I go in peace to love and serve the Lord.
Easy answer is winter because you get to feel nice and cozy in your sweatpants. Summer brings two strong options, though – 1. Crank that AC all the way down, or 2. Go outside and torture yourself to sweat out the hangy. Short term torture for long term comfort. Except for the time I thought I was going to die while mowing my yard.
Cube, you might be starting the PGP version of the Ballathon going on over at TFM. I don’t have the wherewithal or mental fortitude to endure an uprising in our quiet little corner of Grandex.
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Are people eating donuts so often they need to order them 24 hours in advance on a regular basis? I’m a fairly big guy but this makes me feel a whole lot better about myself.
*Wet t-shirt. Even better.
Is PGP IT Guy fucking with us or something?
Jesus, why hast thou forsaken thee?
WVU it is!
Never figured out if that was praise or passive aggressive punishment.
The idea is to get like 16 people – 8 male, 8 female so you have four sets of roommates for each sex. They have to go through the whole process – I’m talking about filling out forms asking your taste in music, are you a night owl, what’s your major, etc. so they get paired up wit the “best” match. This is the first episode and they call each other on the phone to figure out who’s bringing what and have that awkward conversation about how excited they are to move away from home. Husbands and wives are given the option to break up with their high school sweetheart, i.e. spouse, or try to make it to Christmas without cheating. However, and I’m not flexible on this, we need one legit attractive and single lady to be a participant so some lucky guy gets to live out his milf fantasy. As for school, I can’t decide if we throw ’em to wolves at ASU or FSU, or send them to some really shitty state school like Kentucky (no offense, but it seems like that school fucking sucks). We all then sit back and relax while all the women get hit on and the fat, out of shape dudes stare at college girls while they sweat their ass off playing pick up bball against the younger competition. I just want to find joy in the suffering of others as they try to relive the glory days. I can’t imagine the recovery time for a near 50 year old after going out for dollar pitchers on a Tuesday when the special doesn’t even start until 10:00 pm. Talk about some hangover scaries, in a dorm room no less.
You’ve clearly never lived with a woman before.
I’ve always though it would be hilarious reality TV to take two 48-year-olds and make them live together in a college dorm room for a semester.
Jesus, I thought you were meant to be amongst the people. All us common folk. Or is your living on the top floor a symbol of what our sacrifices and joyously spreading the word of God can one day become ours? Either way, I go in peace to love and serve the Lord.
The two worst things about Houston are I-45 and Westheimer, and that’s 95% of what visitors, especially those here on business, see.
Apart and a part. They’re literally the opposite of each other. Jesus Christ, people.
Pretty sure it was just a really bad joke.
George Costanza is a surprisingly excellent dad dresser.
Easy answer is winter because you get to feel nice and cozy in your sweatpants. Summer brings two strong options, though – 1. Crank that AC all the way down, or 2. Go outside and torture yourself to sweat out the hangy. Short term torture for long term comfort. Except for the time I thought I was going to die while mowing my yard.
Your old man’s a hoss.
Girls: Hating their best friends for being happy since forever.
Don’t leave out us mid-level mokes. Sometimes it takes knowing the hard working drones to get your name in circulation.
#vibratingbuttstuff2K16?
Cube, you might be starting the PGP version of the Ballathon going on over at TFM. I don’t have the wherewithal or mental fortitude to endure an uprising in our quiet little corner of Grandex.