My discs are degenerated and thus are always torn and herniated and cryo has really helped me be able to walk better and overall function like a human. And on the plus side the place I go to is dirt cheap compared to what I have seen elsewhere.
Wedding Registry all Saturday, suit shopping and then an 80’s Theme party. And Sunday seeing as my dad has passed I don’t do much for Father’s Day but I expect the scaries will be worse than usual.
I make that statement to my fiancée at least once a week. But I wear shorts, tshirt and tennis shoes to work so I have no room to complain. But I do recognize how crummy it is.
I feel like it was a general statement on our society as a whole and what people’s main inclinations are. We are all aware y’all are a satire website and have your niche.
That’s what they started as but have evolved into a more complex story. My problem after the respective trips is there wasn’t any sort of catharsis. We had all this tension building and no climax or really falling action and just went back to the mundane. Without that release it makes it harder to deal with the basicness as we have lost the main driving conflict that has been sustained these past few months (their fight, the promise/hope of Claire, etc.)
I had parents of 7 year old kids get in my face thinking their kid is going to be the next Michael phelps. I know talent when I see it and it’s hard after the 20th time not to flat out tell parents their kid sucks.
I miss the days of early social media, when only college kids had FB (or at least parents hadn’t caught on) and all you had was spring break photos. Sometimes less is more. Those were simpler times.
I don’t know if I am too old but fireball was never really on my radar in college. People would occasionally get it, but not the way it is now. Red Stag was more of a thing then.
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After a year if I see that crap they (she) immediately get an unfollow and/or blocked from my feed.
I only drink the blood of my enemies. And occasionally a strawberry Yoo-hoo. Or a Sarsaparilla.
We did the same thing called the Dr.Pepper Shoot Out
Why Ubes for gods sake? It’s the same number of letters as Uber. I swear it’s that shit that is almost the most insufferable thing about her.
I live in constant fear of dropping something down my sinks garbage disposal because of those fucking movies.
My discs are degenerated and thus are always torn and herniated and cryo has really helped me be able to walk better and overall function like a human. And on the plus side the place I go to is dirt cheap compared to what I have seen elsewhere.
A flavored fruit type drink from the early 90’s. It’s not bad.
Wedding Registry all Saturday, suit shopping and then an 80’s Theme party. And Sunday seeing as my dad has passed I don’t do much for Father’s Day but I expect the scaries will be worse than usual.
I went to a formal in broken bow…it’s a trap.
The Biltmore just reminds me how I will never be rich.
I make that statement to my fiancée at least once a week. But I wear shorts, tshirt and tennis shoes to work so I have no room to complain. But I do recognize how crummy it is.
I feel like it was a general statement on our society as a whole and what people’s main inclinations are. We are all aware y’all are a satire website and have your niche.
Nah just the ramblings of a misbegotten English degree with no opportunity to ever use it.
Even the places that are yuppie in Dallas has chicken and waffles, they just church it up a bit.
That’s what they started as but have evolved into a more complex story. My problem after the respective trips is there wasn’t any sort of catharsis. We had all this tension building and no climax or really falling action and just went back to the mundane. Without that release it makes it harder to deal with the basicness as we have lost the main driving conflict that has been sustained these past few months (their fight, the promise/hope of Claire, etc.)
I had parents of 7 year old kids get in my face thinking their kid is going to be the next Michael phelps. I know talent when I see it and it’s hard after the 20th time not to flat out tell parents their kid sucks.
I miss the days of early social media, when only college kids had FB (or at least parents hadn’t caught on) and all you had was spring break photos. Sometimes less is more. Those were simpler times.
I always felt he was the red headed step child behind Palmer and Nicklaus.
I mean it’s not like you are drinking Beer 30.
I don’t know if I am too old but fireball was never really on my radar in college. People would occasionally get it, but not the way it is now. Red Stag was more of a thing then.