If it happened after 11:00, it isn’t breakfast Charlie, my man. You very well may have a double-lunch, or double-dinner day if you still manage three square, but you definitely slept though breakfast.
This is an underrated hellish experience. Odds are, someone is going to barge in right after you bomb Nagasaki, and don’t forget, you’re in a sealed tube recycling air where nobody has anything to do but pay attention to how long you were in there.
Yeah, I don’t know know they jumped straight to dude-spooning and ignored the air mattress route. I get that money is tight but they’re not that expensive anymore, plus you can split the cost and alternate nights. If that breaks the budget, you have bigger worries.
My mom would give me Diet Coke when I was sick to my stomach as a kid. Suffice to say, the correlation of puking and Diet Coke has kept me from ever wanting it as an adult.
I remember my first year in dorms, they had a HUGE boxed cereal selection in the cafs. But, without fail, Oreo Os wouldn’t make it past the meal that the fresh box was put out for. It was like winning the lottery if you got a bowl, to say nothing of being the one with the honor of opening the box.
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If it happened after 11:00, it isn’t breakfast Charlie, my man. You very well may have a double-lunch, or double-dinner day if you still manage three square, but you definitely slept though breakfast.
Riv may be worse; doesn’t Rick’s still have stall doors?
This is an underrated hellish experience. Odds are, someone is going to barge in right after you bomb Nagasaki, and don’t forget, you’re in a sealed tube recycling air where nobody has anything to do but pay attention to how long you were in there.
Yeah, I don’t know know they jumped straight to dude-spooning and ignored the air mattress route. I get that money is tight but they’re not that expensive anymore, plus you can split the cost and alternate nights. If that breaks the budget, you have bigger worries.
John Candy was such a treasure. Equally great as the star of a film as he was in a bit-player/cameo role.
There are worse things.
I bet he smooches Jim Harbaugh when he comes over for Thanksgiving dinner.
It is, however, how Duda works.
Had a Denver trip planned for 5 months for a combo birthday/St. Patrick’s blowout last weekend. Never made it. Why? Mono. AT THIRTY.
Deuces down low, heels up high.
My mom would give me Diet Coke when I was sick to my stomach as a kid. Suffice to say, the correlation of puking and Diet Coke has kept me from ever wanting it as an adult.
Hey, you went big and played it smart. No shame in that game!
“Boning cures the spins.”
Holy shit, this guy CLOSES.
Roz. The answer is Roz. The answer has always been Roz.
Peggy Hill is one lucky lady.
Dave pulling a Moses Malone, stuffing the stat sheet just to do it!
You do know you’re going to have to get brownie again, just in case you brought something they really loved. Keep the magic alive.
No kidding. Don’t drink and drive. Full stop. Trash move.
I remember my first year in dorms, they had a HUGE boxed cereal selection in the cafs. But, without fail, Oreo Os wouldn’t make it past the meal that the fresh box was put out for. It was like winning the lottery if you got a bowl, to say nothing of being the one with the honor of opening the box.
Was waiting to see Corn Pops get roasted or praised. Feels like a very divisive cereal. Also, no Apple Jacks? Come on.