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Thursday night is lowkey the best night to pick up food. It’s the unofficial start to your weekend. You don’t close on a Friday unless you’re at the course Ray Kroc’ing some guy’s business. With that being said, I don’t think we’re cooking tonight. There, I said it. Go pick something up and feel good about it.
Where to?.
JUST FUCKING CRUSHED MY INTERVIEW SO IT LOOKS LIKE I’LL BE EATING BOX TONIGHT
My last prepped meal of the week, then hopefully some hot young snatch from a tinder chickadee who’s coming over to “hang out and smoke”
The small amount of game I have completely goes out the window when I’m stoned. Props.
If you’re both stoned you don’t need too much game, just let the existential conversation flow and bump post malones album on repeat. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.
God I miss the “hangout and smoke”
It crushes me knowing my future wife can never partake again (company drug test)
Good luck brother
Bout to eat the finest Laguardia airport has to offer. Salad left out on a buffet since 8am
Protein bar, anxiety, and taking a midterm.
Blackened caesar salad with dessert of coors light and trivia at the local bar.
Maybe a case of Australian reds and some Colombian whites?
Onion rings and tater tots with a few cold ones. My body is a temple.
Heading home to the burbs tonight for a funeral in the morning. Hopefully the parents have a good meal planned tonight.
Condolences bud
Why are your eyes so far apart?
PTA provided a Mexican fiesta for our parent teacher conferences, wasn’t half bad. It was missing margaritas though.
Crushed the annual performance review so time to celebrate at this Belgian cafe in Philly. Mussels and the best draft list in the city, happy pre-Friday everyone!
Pork chops and minute rice