My wife and in-laws are appetizer-orderers and entree sharers. It’s a nightmare. You’re spot on about wanting what you want and everything else just getting in the way. I don’t even look at the appetizer selections, I just go for the kill on the entree menu. But every damn time I get asked if any of the appetizers look good before we ultimately end up ordering the same damn calamari they serve at every damn restaurant.
The secret to a good relationship right here. Huge.
I vow to not monopolize your time because sometimes you need beer and football with your guys and sometimes I need wine and Beyonce with my girls, and that’s okay.
Such a racket. And the fact that they have the gall to recommend you order 3-4 plates per person… Guuhhh! Shouldn’t they be the ones buying me dinner if I’m the one getting fucked?
“Cloud of hot queef.” Ha!
Anyway, I’ve been told that if you set the temp at something slightly higher than preferred while you’re away and then lower it when you’re home, it actually saves energy because the unit doesn’t have to work so hard to get it where you want it (phrasing). Of course, then my bill comes and it’s still outrageous. Anyone else know if that works or not?
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Can he hit? At this point, I don’t see why he can’t make the active roster. Sign him and the kid if that’s what it takes.
Got that, too, although it’s probably a little too “new” for widespread usage. We still get a lot of “Wassssupp??!!”s and “How you doin’?”s.
That guy from the Cowboys’ game is the man!
My wife and in-laws are appetizer-orderers and entree sharers. It’s a nightmare. You’re spot on about wanting what you want and everything else just getting in the way. I don’t even look at the appetizer selections, I just go for the kill on the entree menu. But every damn time I get asked if any of the appetizers look good before we ultimately end up ordering the same damn calamari they serve at every damn restaurant.
Solid.
We only get to wear jeans on the last Friday of the month. And we have to donate $1 to some charity to do it. There’s your PGP.
Getting to the point where this actually does make for a happy birthday. PGP.
In all seriousness, though…
Profile pic going along with this comment is just great. I’m picturing him saying it with that look on his face.
Oil boom, baby. Just like old times.
The secret to a good relationship right here. Huge.
I vow to not monopolize your time because sometimes you need beer and football with your guys and sometimes I need wine and Beyonce with my girls, and that’s okay.
Primarily Chinese in the West, and Irish/Scots in the East. A lot of Civil War vets from both sides, as well.
Such a racket. And the fact that they have the gall to recommend you order 3-4 plates per person… Guuhhh! Shouldn’t they be the ones buying me dinner if I’m the one getting fucked?
#9 – There was a summer? I must’ve missed that being all cooped up in my windowless office. How was it?
“Cloud of hot queef.” Ha!
Anyway, I’ve been told that if you set the temp at something slightly higher than preferred while you’re away and then lower it when you’re home, it actually saves energy because the unit doesn’t have to work so hard to get it where you want it (phrasing). Of course, then my bill comes and it’s still outrageous. Anyone else know if that works or not?
You can’t bring that weak ass stuff up in this humpy bumpy!
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After you get married and it’s planned, though… no more sharing, just more beer for daddy. Drinking for two – alright, alright, alright.
Achy knees, Matt Millen fingers, constant headaches, and a disappointing settlement figure. #Post-Felcher&SonsProblems