I’ve seen Husband Husband-Wife marrying Wife Wife-Husband and that is pretty bonkers when you both change your names and don’t end up with the same last name.
Giving kids with hyphenated names sucks because they have a lifetime of looking for the hyphen when they bubble in their names for standardized test forms, but maybe everyone will just have implanted chips by then.
Reluctantly clicked through hoping for more mockery from ATL, but no! “Lawyers Send Awesome ‘Merger Agreement’ To Wedding Guests Instead Of Boring Invitations” is the ATL headline because ATL is tr-tr-tr-tr-traaaaashhhh.
And the hang overs hurt more then they used to
And corn bread and ice tea took the place of pills and ninety-proof
And it seems like none of us do things quite like we used to do
And nobody wants to get high on the town
And all my rowdy friends have settled down…
The move here is to act even MORE childish and scream at your parents for raising you poorly (probably by not giving you enough love and attention), and that’s why you make bad decisions. So it’s you who is actually disappointed in THEM for failing as parents.
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I’ve seen Husband Husband-Wife marrying Wife Wife-Husband and that is pretty bonkers when you both change your names and don’t end up with the same last name.
Giving kids with hyphenated names sucks because they have a lifetime of looking for the hyphen when they bubble in their names for standardized test forms, but maybe everyone will just have implanted chips by then.
Listening to “Levels” on repeat.
Need to shop his face onto the “A Quiet Place” poster.
“Granola bars aren’t going to replace any meals for you” — Not so fast, my friend.
“Hello young child…”
“Do you not get it? It’s like a contract! Like merging companies only it’s people! It’s a lawyer thing, maybe you don’t understand.”
Reluctantly clicked through hoping for more mockery from ATL, but no! “Lawyers Send Awesome ‘Merger Agreement’ To Wedding Guests Instead Of Boring Invitations” is the ATL headline because ATL is tr-tr-tr-tr-traaaaashhhh.
That’s the spirit!
And the hang overs hurt more then they used to
And corn bread and ice tea took the place of pills and ninety-proof
And it seems like none of us do things quite like we used to do
And nobody wants to get high on the town
And all my rowdy friends have settled down…
The goat is dinner.
This is a Tuesday take. On Friday you’ll be slamming the plastic on the bar and lining up the Avion for ur brahs.
Yes but I come to PGP for TAKES and Nick has delivered.
“Officer, I cannot accept this speeding ticket from you, because I am not actually here. I am just driving through.”
I need to hear Nived_Neirbo’s thoughts on this “technology-equipped workspace.”
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a redhead squealing “omg yaaaaaaaaas” in your face — forever.
Millenial here. I 100% wish I’d had Insta, Twitter, and Snap in HS.
How long is that supposed to take?
Nothing beats pouring yourself three fingers of bourbon and screaming at your boss’s empty chair on a Saturday.
Show up in a hoodie and jeans. Take off your shoes. Turn up the radio. Act like you own the place.
The move here is to act even MORE childish and scream at your parents for raising you poorly (probably by not giving you enough love and attention), and that’s why you make bad decisions. So it’s you who is actually disappointed in THEM for failing as parents.