IT IS THE DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY. TODAY WE PACK THE LAB, TOMORROW WE MOVE TO OUR NEW LOCATION. THE COMMUTE SHALL BE A MERE 15 MINUTES. NO LONGER SHALL I DRIVE AND HOUR AND A HALF. LET’S GO.
Back when I pregamed by drinking an entire bottle of wine I was Team No Coat because I didn’t want to carry it and couldn’t feel the cold. Now I’m Team Coat because I hate being cold, but I’m also team No Purse. Just the ID and credit card.
You are correct. However, I feel he needs to get his balls back before he’ll actually admit (out loud) to wanting Claire for Christmas. Once those are back he’s all in for Claire
I think you’re fine doing it alone. I would say the problem comes in when she demands help just for the Instagram and is being a grade A bitch about it.
Also a debate: toilet paper flap over or under. Showed my fiancé this article and that question just resulted in a brief shouting match and a resolve that he was going to lock down the rolls so I couldn’t flip them. I follow the patent. team over.
I feel your pain on the liquid nitrogen. Spilled some on my shoe twice this week. Obviously it evaporates as soon as it touches, but it still makes the heart race a little faster.
I like to go with an “ignorance is bliss” policy in regards to the strippers. I’m sure my fiancé will venture out to the strip club at some point but I plan to never ask because I don’t need or want to know.
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I don’t wouldn’t say that’s as an unpopular opinion as you think. They’re dreadful.
IT IS THE DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY. TODAY WE PACK THE LAB, TOMORROW WE MOVE TO OUR NEW LOCATION. THE COMMUTE SHALL BE A MERE 15 MINUTES. NO LONGER SHALL I DRIVE AND HOUR AND A HALF. LET’S GO.
House repairs. That kitchen needs all sorts of work.
Cabin weekend with the squad. About to head to the store for breakfast casserole ingredients and hit the road.
My thought as I read the title- “Please let it be Claire. Please let it be Claire.” So happy to have my Wednesday dreams come true.
Spinach stuffed porkchop, bacon wrapped green beans and cheese covered mashed potatoes. Also, wine. All the wine.
This was incredibly depressing to read as I was walking out of my negotiation class for my MBA program…
I think I’m more excited than I should be about the Say Anything quote. Great song.
A receipt counts as proof. Before you burn it to hide the evidence…
I had to look that up and just reading about it/trying to figure out what the hell it is gave me anxiety. No thank you.
Making a chicken stir fry meal myself and the Mr. with a side of beer for the Natty. Pregame coverage going in the background.
Ah the Alamos Malbec. My favorite wine that the 7-11 downstairs carries.
Back when I pregamed by drinking an entire bottle of wine I was Team No Coat because I didn’t want to carry it and couldn’t feel the cold. Now I’m Team Coat because I hate being cold, but I’m also team No Purse. Just the ID and credit card.
So does ka-ching
You are correct. However, I feel he needs to get his balls back before he’ll actually admit (out loud) to wanting Claire for Christmas. Once those are back he’s all in for Claire
Things Todd wants for Christmas
1. His balls back
2. See number 1.
I think you’re fine doing it alone. I would say the problem comes in when she demands help just for the Instagram and is being a grade A bitch about it.
Also a debate: toilet paper flap over or under. Showed my fiancé this article and that question just resulted in a brief shouting match and a resolve that he was going to lock down the rolls so I couldn’t flip them. I follow the patent. team over.
I feel your pain on the liquid nitrogen. Spilled some on my shoe twice this week. Obviously it evaporates as soon as it touches, but it still makes the heart race a little faster.
I like to go with an “ignorance is bliss” policy in regards to the strippers. I’m sure my fiancé will venture out to the strip club at some point but I plan to never ask because I don’t need or want to know.