I had this old fuck that was real nasty to me at one of my first jobs. Put a bunch slices of salami in between the paper contents of a particularly large folder and put the folder at the bottom of his desk drawer when I quit. Beware, the feeling is incredibly intoxicating.
I can certainly understand not wanting to relive a loss but the “one less sport to talk about” comment is unreal. My co-worker went on for 20 fucking minutes about how his sick toddler was up all night.
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I’d rather be unempoloyed than a member of the Paparazzi.
Milion dollar phone but I ain’t got no ringtone.
I had this old fuck that was real nasty to me at one of my first jobs. Put a bunch slices of salami in between the paper contents of a particularly large folder and put the folder at the bottom of his desk drawer when I quit. Beware, the feeling is incredibly intoxicating.
How about that fucking jacket he was wearing? Surprised he didn’t moonwalk out of the locker room.
I can certainly understand not wanting to relive a loss but the “one less sport to talk about” comment is unreal. My co-worker went on for 20 fucking minutes about how his sick toddler was up all night.
This is rarely how I imagine Islanders fans.
3 semicolons for 2 posts? You’re ambitious.
How about I take your wife upstairs and show her what it’s like to be deep inside a really big house?
Tell me there’s a good place to get pork roll in DC!? I’m dying over here.
You’re a problem solver.
Congrats on the sex.
Jesus, your username hits far too close to home for me.
Haha you’ll fit in well.
Shibby where are you from?
I like where your heads at.
Shibby where’d you play lax at?
Maybe she’ll actually go away if we stop reading her shit and commenting on it.
This is a story worthy of hearing.
Never heard of “Alexandra” Virginia. Also, this article was pretty fucking awful.
Do you live in New York City? I think you’d fit in perfectly there.