I’m already there. I used to babysit my nephew in philly during my last 2 summers of college. I would just strap the little man to my chest in a baby Bjorne and go about my normal business. All of that was well and good until my sister and brother-in-law took my folks on a brewery tour near their house and saw a picture on the wall of me double fisting while a certain someone was strapped to my chest having the time of his life.
All of my friends and I drank KD in college until the liquor store clerk told us that the town’s homeless and us were the only ones that drank it. Switched to Franzia after that.
I’ve heard that a lot of what would be considered “well” whiskey is just vodka with whiskey flavoring added. Anybody out they’re know whether this is true or not?
Unrelated: The going rate for a hooker in Albuquerque is $30/hr. (Source: friend in the DA office) Who the fuck would whore themselves out for $30 an hour?
When I first started my professional life I lived out of a hotel essentially all summer. I ate out every meal and ate pretty lavishly because it was all expensed. I went to my parents house for my birthday, cracked open their fridge, and made a good ol’ PB & J with a glass of 2%. I don’t remember specifics about many meals that I have had, but I still remember how good that god damn sandwich was.
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That dad sounds like Micah in 25 years.
Is this something you would call… a Post Grad Problem? HAHAHA! My wife is leaving me.
He knows farm animals inside and out
Will, thank god you found Sally. What kind of animals were you rolling home that brought centipedes with them?
I still follow him on Twitter. He lost a bunch of weight and doesn’t look like a caricature of a human anymore, so that’s cool.
A man can dream
IT’S MY BODY
I don’t think I’ve ever seen that in written form and said it perfectly in my head. Crazy tight
You know Todd’s last name is Flanagan right?
I’m already there. I used to babysit my nephew in philly during my last 2 summers of college. I would just strap the little man to my chest in a baby Bjorne and go about my normal business. All of that was well and good until my sister and brother-in-law took my folks on a brewery tour near their house and saw a picture on the wall of me double fisting while a certain someone was strapped to my chest having the time of his life.
Get ready because vizslas are a lot to handle. But they are tiiiiiiight.
All of my friends and I drank KD in college until the liquor store clerk told us that the town’s homeless and us were the only ones that drank it. Switched to Franzia after that.
I’ve heard that a lot of what would be considered “well” whiskey is just vodka with whiskey flavoring added. Anybody out they’re know whether this is true or not?
Yeah but you don’t have to go home with a few sore holes and a head full of bad memories at most non-professional jobs.
That’s what I’m doing. Not a lot of bites so far.
Unrelated: The going rate for a hooker in Albuquerque is $30/hr. (Source: friend in the DA office) Who the fuck would whore themselves out for $30 an hour?
When I first started my professional life I lived out of a hotel essentially all summer. I ate out every meal and ate pretty lavishly because it was all expensed. I went to my parents house for my birthday, cracked open their fridge, and made a good ol’ PB & J with a glass of 2%. I don’t remember specifics about many meals that I have had, but I still remember how good that god damn sandwich was.
He’s just saving money for that big ass rock @sally
If my bachelor party turns out like that I probably wouldn’t talk to my brother ever again. Straight up t-t-t-trash
“They’re shaped like a dick” – my loving overlord. What a keeper.
This list is adorable. By that I mean real fuckin’ shitty.