I feel like a lot of readers are probably pretty unaware of where that stock photo came from. So…I’m just going to leave this here, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XI_9Yxr0blo
I was about to go full keyboard warrior on her and thought “lets check the comments to see if anybody else has anything to say about last weeks missing recap.” You suck Dave. After the end of episode 5, my mind was blown and I needed answers. Answers I didn’t get to because of you. I hope you’re happy.
In college some brothers and I would get drunk and just introduce ourselves as each other. We would take this all the way too, including exchanging numbers. This was especially fun when you got laid and your buddy receives texts the next day asking when you are going to hang out again and such. The perfect dine and dash if you will.
The handicap stall in my office lacks lighting directly over head. This allows a calm dimly lit setting to escape from the world and immerse myself into my iPhone for 10-15 minutes with no distractions. Couple this with the almost ridiculous amount of space a handicap stall brings to the table and you have one GLORIOUS poop. Handicap stalls are the unsung hero every cubicle warrior needs.
Do it pre-workout so that if she says no, you will have all that passive aggressive hate fueling you to pick heavy shit up and put it back down. “A’int nothing but a peanut.” – Ronnie Coleman
Being from Tennessee and now living in the Delta, boots on a girl always raise a key question. Is she cool and down to earth? Or a horse girl? Horse girls are bat shit crazy.
Could not agree with this more Madoff. One of my closest friends is in his mid thirties married with two kids. I recently told him about how awesome it was to chill by a kiddie pool and drink beer all day. His response “Dad’s invented that shit.”
I haven’t gotten this far. However, I am at the stage were I have to apply sunscreen like hair gel when outside. I mostly choose the hat life like you. Stay strong balding brother.
The doo rag napking wedding sounds like some shit that would happen here in memphis. There is a bar that every wedding after party known to man goes to called Raifords that only serves 40’s too.
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Doesn’t he also make the comment that Elon Musk’s ex wife and Teddy are falling back into the same story line from years before?
I feel like a lot of readers are probably pretty unaware of where that stock photo came from. So…I’m just going to leave this here, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XI_9Yxr0blo
I was about to go full keyboard warrior on her and thought “lets check the comments to see if anybody else has anything to say about last weeks missing recap.” You suck Dave. After the end of episode 5, my mind was blown and I needed answers. Answers I didn’t get to because of you. I hope you’re happy.
In college some brothers and I would get drunk and just introduce ourselves as each other. We would take this all the way too, including exchanging numbers. This was especially fun when you got laid and your buddy receives texts the next day asking when you are going to hang out again and such. The perfect dine and dash if you will.
Oh man, there isn’t a better feeling than hitting up the 10 for 10 on totinos at your local Kroger.
The handicap stall in my office lacks lighting directly over head. This allows a calm dimly lit setting to escape from the world and immerse myself into my iPhone for 10-15 minutes with no distractions. Couple this with the almost ridiculous amount of space a handicap stall brings to the table and you have one GLORIOUS poop. Handicap stalls are the unsung hero every cubicle warrior needs.
If you don’t find a box of grits fucking a box of crackers funny, then I’m not sure if I can continue to read your content.
Do it pre-workout so that if she says no, you will have all that passive aggressive hate fueling you to pick heavy shit up and put it back down. “A’int nothing but a peanut.” – Ronnie Coleman
This just brought back all the feels of having only a yellow fucking brick of dial soap to wash with at grandmas when I was a kid.
Holy shit, this is a thing?!
Go play a round at St. Andrews.
Being from Tennessee and now living in the Delta, boots on a girl always raise a key question. Is she cool and down to earth? Or a horse girl? Horse girls are bat shit crazy.
This reminded me of Robert Duvall in the movie Seven days in Utopia. Great flick that mirrors this article. Good job Nautilus.
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Could not agree with this more Madoff. One of my closest friends is in his mid thirties married with two kids. I recently told him about how awesome it was to chill by a kiddie pool and drink beer all day. His response “Dad’s invented that shit.”
“two wet chicken breasts slapping together” by far the best sentence in this article.
I haven’t gotten this far. However, I am at the stage were I have to apply sunscreen like hair gel when outside. I mostly choose the hat life like you. Stay strong balding brother.
The doo rag napking wedding sounds like some shit that would happen here in memphis. There is a bar that every wedding after party known to man goes to called Raifords that only serves 40’s too.
My parents call them Huggies. Makes me cringe almost as much as when I hear the word moist.
I could not agree with this statement more.