Rode a major wave all last week that came crashing down yesterday when I woke hungover next to my ex. Fought off scaries all day yesterday, but this gets me going.
Waves never die, so it’s time to paddle back out and hop on another one. Time to close deals, fuckers. WE ARE LIONS!
Good morning, Bill. It’s Friday, office morale is at a high after closing a big merger this week, and it’s a sunny 80 degrees here in Florida. I have a sushi date with the new girl in sales, and this dark roast tastes like victory. Pitchers and catchers report Monday, the DOW is projected to open in the green, and life is pretty darn good.
But, as Belichick likes to say: NO DAYS OFF. LET’S GET OUT THERE AND GRIND THIS FRIDAY TILL THE CLOCK STRIKES MIDNIGHT (OR 5PM). NO DAYS OFF!!!
I’d rather a girl be honest about why she wants to end things as opposed to copping out. It shows she has the ovaries to call a spade a spade and restores faith that all girls aren’t over analytical psychos (y’all still are). I also think it helps both parties come to an actual evaluation about why you aren’t a good fit. It helps refine each others taste. As Billy likes to say “come correct or don’t come at all”.
Todd, you either dump her on her birthday and become the hero we’ve always wanted you to be, or you propose and see yourself become the villain we always knew you were. Your move.
Lotta little bullshit bitch work to take care of today, Billy. Gonna be a slow one. On the bright side, Spring Training starts in 5 days, so we got that going for us, which is nice.
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BRAVO ZULU MOTHERFUCKER YOU GOT THIS
Rode a major wave all last week that came crashing down yesterday when I woke hungover next to my ex. Fought off scaries all day yesterday, but this gets me going.
Waves never die, so it’s time to paddle back out and hop on another one. Time to close deals, fuckers. WE ARE LIONS!
Congrats on the outdoor sex
Thats the American dream
CarolinaHammered*
It’s high 40’s right now, but by lunchtime it’ll warm up.
only 40 more years of it…
Good morning, Bill. It’s Friday, office morale is at a high after closing a big merger this week, and it’s a sunny 80 degrees here in Florida. I have a sushi date with the new girl in sales, and this dark roast tastes like victory. Pitchers and catchers report Monday, the DOW is projected to open in the green, and life is pretty darn good.
But, as Belichick likes to say: NO DAYS OFF. LET’S GET OUT THERE AND GRIND THIS FRIDAY TILL THE CLOCK STRIKES MIDNIGHT (OR 5PM). NO DAYS OFF!!!
Name checks out
I’d rather a girl be honest about why she wants to end things as opposed to copping out. It shows she has the ovaries to call a spade a spade and restores faith that all girls aren’t over analytical psychos (y’all still are). I also think it helps both parties come to an actual evaluation about why you aren’t a good fit. It helps refine each others taste. As Billy likes to say “come correct or don’t come at all”.
Anyways, sup?
Take names and close deals
Time to kick Thursday in the dick, and as TB12 likes to say: LETS FUCKING GOOO.
Flying blind, depends on what I’m craving after the gym
Todd, you either dump her on her birthday and become the hero we’ve always wanted you to be, or you propose and see yourself become the villain we always knew you were. Your move.
Congrats on the pump, Arnie.
Lotta little bullshit bitch work to take care of today, Billy. Gonna be a slow one. On the bright side, Spring Training starts in 5 days, so we got that going for us, which is nice.
Cunnilingus
People are saying that Will listens to “Paris” on repeat
Thanks for bringing back memories of running hungover PFT’s…
TEA ISNT WELCOME HERE BUT SUP?