I’ve been going crazy for oysters the morning of a hangover. No idea when it happened but for roughly the past 6 Saturdays I’ve had those succulent SOBs. Even I think I’m a weirdo for it but whatever.
My friends and I talked about making a spin class studio that only plays trap music and turns into a strip club at night. No one better steal it or if you do I want my cut, motherfucker.
My favorite bachelor party was a 1920’s golf themed bar crawl. Nothing like seeing the groom and his brother wrestle at a bar at 4 pm dressed like Bagger Vance. We were promptly kicked out after trying to start a food fight.
I hosted a brunch for about 20-25 friends on Saturday starting at noon. The last of the stragglers left at about 8 pm after destroying the inside and outside of my apartment. The day consisted of rolling blackouts, a heated argument on puppy mills, a horseshoe being thrown through a window, me falling down the stairs twice, and a lot of dirty looks from my neighbors. Great way to spend a Saturday, would recommend.
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I’ve been going crazy for oysters the morning of a hangover. No idea when it happened but for roughly the past 6 Saturdays I’ve had those succulent SOBs. Even I think I’m a weirdo for it but whatever.
No idea what you actually look like. At this point I assume you are a shape shifter.
I thought you were dead.
I just wrapped Frasier and it’s good but nowhere near The Soprano’s
What do you mean? Broken Bow is the Milan of the Midwest.
Aren’t you like 33? When do you plan on dying?
As is tradition
Key is every 2-3 months is to unfollow all but a very select few
Bolen said saving retirement is for pussies and he has a hot wife so no thanks
Not looking forward to the part where she rips your heart out of your dick hole 🙁
The one by me does wine wednesdays and Marg fridays which bring some talent around
Same
My friends and I talked about making a spin class studio that only plays trap music and turns into a strip club at night. No one better steal it or if you do I want my cut, motherfucker.
My favorite bachelor party was a 1920’s golf themed bar crawl. Nothing like seeing the groom and his brother wrestle at a bar at 4 pm dressed like Bagger Vance. We were promptly kicked out after trying to start a food fight.
Johnny Rocks going for the fucking throat! Also, you can buy a John Rocker signed baseball on eBay for like $12.
No one does, but its provocative
Good fucking times
I hosted a brunch for about 20-25 friends on Saturday starting at noon. The last of the stragglers left at about 8 pm after destroying the inside and outside of my apartment. The day consisted of rolling blackouts, a heated argument on puppy mills, a horseshoe being thrown through a window, me falling down the stairs twice, and a lot of dirty looks from my neighbors. Great way to spend a Saturday, would recommend.
I love how much you love Popeye’s
10/10