Worked with a guy who thought wearing bow ties and bold patterns made him trendy, regardless of how much they clashed. He looked terrible every day. Also, he would roll his sleeves above his elbows. At work. In said bow tie. Just jump in the garbage can, cause you’re trash.
Nah. This is a great example of “if it isn’t hurting anybody, go for it.” Life flies by, so have fun and blast some hoots if you want, or, don’t if you don’t want to!
When I visit the parents for the weekend, I try to get in a Sunday dinner with them before I leave. It’s about a three hour drive which isn’t great or terrible, but two of my mom’s dinners makes it feel like I had two whole days off, rather than a day and a half (and gives me the old-times feels from when I lived at home), but man, it makes the drive back pretty bleak. That final “whelp, I probably should get going” is horrible.
I had to witness my totaled Grand Cherokee get hauled away on a flatbed from a muddy junk yard after a drunk driver ran a red and t-boned me. It was the first “real” thing I ever bought and I loved it. It’s silly, but a tiny part of me felt like it’s final act was keeping me safe, because what could’ve happened to me was 100x worse than what did happen. Most emotional I’ve ever been over an inanimate object.
As a transplant whose allegiances are split between Detroit and Baltimore sports, I feel the same way. I’ve seen my favorite pro teams win 7 titles in 3 sports, and then my Spartans did go and win that Rose Bowl which was the cherry on top. Now, the future looks as desolate as any, but I can’t really complain.
I’ve had to go dry for l periods of time in my life a couple times, the most recent being an ulcer which also took me off coffee. As much as I love a drink or six, the utter monotony of my office without the caffeine kick was hell. If I had a different lifestyle I could see my answer being different, though.
Gym guy: Virtually every single person at the gym is there for themselves. I have gone weeks not saying more than a “hi” and “bye” to the desk person and a nod/you done here? if someone is at a machine. I don’t care what anyone else is doing, I just want to get in and out. Anxiety is an awful feeling, especially when you can rationalize past it and still feel bad, but the only way you become comfortable in a situation is to push through being uncomfortable. Put on the blinders, plug in the ear buds, and do you.
While I believe him based off that logic alone, a tiny part of me also wouldn’t put it past this franchise to go as far as to have NDAs for old flings at this point.
Jordan clawing back from the verge of elimination to trump Benoit and win Jenna’s candy-for-breakfast heart is the comeback story I never knew I needed. Watching The Golden Boy discover, process, and slowly begin to understand complex feelings for the first time is fantastic television.
The office’s two try-hards are currently on vacation which means I didn’t have two days of (totally unnecessary) weekend emails slapping me in the face first thing this morning. Let me tell you, this Monday was fucking AMAZING, not feeling like I was behind on things that shouldn’t and couldn’t have even begun until today.
I’m super confused by the text from the “homeowner” basically forcing this dude out. Is this a roommate enforcing some sort of house-code? Air BnB? I’m missing something here.
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Worked with a guy who thought wearing bow ties and bold patterns made him trendy, regardless of how much they clashed. He looked terrible every day. Also, he would roll his sleeves above his elbows. At work. In said bow tie. Just jump in the garbage can, cause you’re trash.
To quote one of Donald Glover’s first stand-up specials, “MR. BROWN BROWNED HIS PANTS!!!”
Nah. This is a great example of “if it isn’t hurting anybody, go for it.” Life flies by, so have fun and blast some hoots if you want, or, don’t if you don’t want to!
When I visit the parents for the weekend, I try to get in a Sunday dinner with them before I leave. It’s about a three hour drive which isn’t great or terrible, but two of my mom’s dinners makes it feel like I had two whole days off, rather than a day and a half (and gives me the old-times feels from when I lived at home), but man, it makes the drive back pretty bleak. That final “whelp, I probably should get going” is horrible.
Thread tape is huge (and cheap as hell) – do not overlook this step.
Gosar’s case belongs in the Top Ten All-Time Cuckings, dear God. Absolutely brutal.
Dare I say the girlfriend of piss-and-puke-boy had a worse weekend than he did, beer dart sepsis not withstanding?
I had to witness my totaled Grand Cherokee get hauled away on a flatbed from a muddy junk yard after a drunk driver ran a red and t-boned me. It was the first “real” thing I ever bought and I loved it. It’s silly, but a tiny part of me felt like it’s final act was keeping me safe, because what could’ve happened to me was 100x worse than what did happen. Most emotional I’ve ever been over an inanimate object.
As a transplant whose allegiances are split between Detroit and Baltimore sports, I feel the same way. I’ve seen my favorite pro teams win 7 titles in 3 sports, and then my Spartans did go and win that Rose Bowl which was the cherry on top. Now, the future looks as desolate as any, but I can’t really complain.
I’ve had to go dry for l periods of time in my life a couple times, the most recent being an ulcer which also took me off coffee. As much as I love a drink or six, the utter monotony of my office without the caffeine kick was hell. If I had a different lifestyle I could see my answer being different, though.
Gym guy: Virtually every single person at the gym is there for themselves. I have gone weeks not saying more than a “hi” and “bye” to the desk person and a nod/you done here? if someone is at a machine. I don’t care what anyone else is doing, I just want to get in and out. Anxiety is an awful feeling, especially when you can rationalize past it and still feel bad, but the only way you become comfortable in a situation is to push through being uncomfortable. Put on the blinders, plug in the ear buds, and do you.
While I believe him based off that logic alone, a tiny part of me also wouldn’t put it past this franchise to go as far as to have NDAs for old flings at this point.
Jordan clawing back from the verge of elimination to trump Benoit and win Jenna’s candy-for-breakfast heart is the comeback story I never knew I needed. Watching The Golden Boy discover, process, and slowly begin to understand complex feelings for the first time is fantastic television.
If I never see another egg on a burger, it’ll be too soon.
Glenn is married in real life to the actress who plays the woman/target in the D.E.N.N.I.S. System episode, actually.
Artemis is fantastic. They somehow manage to dial her up or down depending on what an episode needs. Also, she banged Frank.
The office’s two try-hards are currently on vacation which means I didn’t have two days of (totally unnecessary) weekend emails slapping me in the face first thing this morning. Let me tell you, this Monday was fucking AMAZING, not feeling like I was behind on things that shouldn’t and couldn’t have even begun until today.
Hell yeah Nick, corn dogs rule.
That makes sense, and also, everything much weirder.
I’m super confused by the text from the “homeowner” basically forcing this dude out. Is this a roommate enforcing some sort of house-code? Air BnB? I’m missing something here.