I said it once at work, after being asked. Since then, I am told weekly that I’ll change my mind by my stressed-out, tired, haggard coworkers who already have kids. Looks like a ton of fun, gang; sign me up.
I’ve always felt Community has the biggest gap ever between how good it could have been and how bad it ended up. Partly for reasons already mentioned, it got zany and went in too many directions at once. The base premise had real legs, though.
Had a job that only let me work 9:30-6:00. Every goddamn thing in that town also closed at 6:00, so I had to take time off for anything that wasn’t a Wal-Mart grocery store trip, unpaid. Wouldn’t even allow me to work earlier or later to flex/cover time. Total scumfuck family business. New job and current 7:00-3:30 schedule is heaven on Earth.
Not trying to be condescending, but have you tried the photo method? Snap a few shots of your ole gourd once the coif is where you like it and show the barber. Anyone worth anything should be able to get you pretty damn close since it’s your actual head and not someone from a magazine with a different shape and grow pattern. If even this has failed, my condolences.
One of my favorite pastimes is checking out friends’ Snap Stories before they wake up sober (or ashamed) enough to delete them. That just doesn’t happen on Instagram, and if for only that, I hope Snapchat lasts forever. Or, at least outlasts my friends’ propensity for embarrassing antics.
It’s kind of amazing how long people hold on to the notion everyone is playing a game or a trick in every interaction. Eventually, most people figure it out and and generally ask for what they want because that’s how you get it. A+ piece.
A friend went over and above to do a huge favor for me a while back, and I paid her Netflix for the year to say thanks. I’m still on it three years later, though… is there partial credit?
Christmas shopping routinely ruins my algorithm. I’ll gladly get all my shopping done without leaving my couch, but women’s slippers (mom) or One Direction posters (little sister) plague me for months after.
Oh hell yeah, 27s are a delight. Pull them out and you’re either met with a “whoa what is that!” or a knowing nod from an eskismoke brother. Puff on, kemosabe.
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Good suggestion and definitely worth a shot, but I also think snap vs the slide are on the opposite ends of the jimmy hat issue spectrum
It’s not. I am with a few, but, of course, they aren’t the ones who bring up these sort of things in that environment.
I said it once at work, after being asked. Since then, I am told weekly that I’ll change my mind by my stressed-out, tired, haggard coworkers who already have kids. Looks like a ton of fun, gang; sign me up.
I’m all-in on Bibiana. Dare I say it, I may be a Bibiana Boy.
I’ve always felt Community has the biggest gap ever between how good it could have been and how bad it ended up. Partly for reasons already mentioned, it got zany and went in too many directions at once. The base premise had real legs, though.
Had a job that only let me work 9:30-6:00. Every goddamn thing in that town also closed at 6:00, so I had to take time off for anything that wasn’t a Wal-Mart grocery store trip, unpaid. Wouldn’t even allow me to work earlier or later to flex/cover time. Total scumfuck family business. New job and current 7:00-3:30 schedule is heaven on Earth.
I can never get enough Lions jokes. They’re low-hanging fruit, yet oh-so-sweet.
Man. Nothing like other people pooping their pants to feel like you’re really going places in life.
Not trying to be condescending, but have you tried the photo method? Snap a few shots of your ole gourd once the coif is where you like it and show the barber. Anyone worth anything should be able to get you pretty damn close since it’s your actual head and not someone from a magazine with a different shape and grow pattern. If even this has failed, my condolences.
69 fucks.
Seconded.
In her defense, it’s not really worth bothering to figure out who he is.
One of my favorite pastimes is checking out friends’ Snap Stories before they wake up sober (or ashamed) enough to delete them. That just doesn’t happen on Instagram, and if for only that, I hope Snapchat lasts forever. Or, at least outlasts my friends’ propensity for embarrassing antics.
The number of times I have had to scream at one of my friends after watching this happen first-hand is far too high.
It’s kind of amazing how long people hold on to the notion everyone is playing a game or a trick in every interaction. Eventually, most people figure it out and and generally ask for what they want because that’s how you get it. A+ piece.
A friend went over and above to do a huge favor for me a while back, and I paid her Netflix for the year to say thanks. I’m still on it three years later, though… is there partial credit?
Christmas shopping routinely ruins my algorithm. I’ll gladly get all my shopping done without leaving my couch, but women’s slippers (mom) or One Direction posters (little sister) plague me for months after.
Hair gel? Where is Duda and what have you done to him.
Hey, it’s *your* birthday; treatyoself the way you want!
Oh hell yeah, 27s are a delight. Pull them out and you’re either met with a “whoa what is that!” or a knowing nod from an eskismoke brother. Puff on, kemosabe.