I'm guessing she hates cleaning up the aftermath of him getting wasted. But yea, if she can't handle you guys having fun for a night then oh well. I can hear her logic just like Crown can. Something along the lines is every time you hang out all you guys do is get wasted. Why can't you make new friends, like Jerry who wears the sweater vest and never curses or does impolite things I've been that guy for a few of my friends. I think the litmus test is when you guys hang out, is she ever around or is she usually busy washing her hair or something. If shes always busy when you're around then you are indeed that guy
All valid points, with which I agree whole-heartedly. I think I'll wander over to his house now with a bottle of bourbon.
Pound on the door with the booze in the same hand. Yell from the lawn "Hey FAGGOT, we Hittin' strip clubs tonight or you gonna be a slave to yo beeyach again?!?!!" Chicks dig that.
There are many people like this. My wife's cousin has a carbon copy situation. My wife is from Port Hope, a couple hundred miles from here and every time we go there her cousin gets giddy because he knows he gets to party. This guy likes me enough that even though we had only hung out half a dozen times he made me a groomsman for his wedding. His wife, an introvert, is NOT fond of me hanging with him, because of the same reason he likes hanging out with me. I don't get that train of thought. If I go out with friends, my wife gives me NO eye-rolling, guilt trips or "accidentally" runs into us at the bar when we go out. I get no interrupting calls to check on me, nothing that could kill a buzz. I also don't come home, because we both agree I shouldn't be smashed if our daughter is in the same house. It's total trust, and it saves sooooooooo many fights and headaches. One of the many things that makes her so great.
While there's a lot of things about being younger that I miss, the number one thing I miss is how easy it was to hang out with your friends. When you get older, and there's kids, mortgages, etc., it gets real tough. I suspect it's one of those 'you don't know what you got til it's gone' type things.
Exactly what I was going to type. Word for word. In other news: I'm writing html code tonight. #MySaturdayKicksYourSaturdaysAss
I don't know. I'm pretty sure that dude from 'dirty's post wins. If you're fucking so hard that your dick breaks off, then flops out the window into the snow, that's pretty hard core. I'm assuming there were snow balls just under the surface.
But if that's a guy buried in the snow then props to him for keeping a semi going in sub-zero, temperatures, Iceman. I am one hour away from my first tumbler of Forty Creek. Hurry up, click.
Here's a little piece of trivia for y'all: My sister is from Thailand, and she told me what Lorena did is so common in Thailand they have a name for it: Feeding the ducks.
I recently picked up an awesome wide angle lens for my $50 camera.(The whole set up you see cost about $70 including extra batteries, memory cards, auxiliary flash and charger.) I've also added a bunch of filters, including IR pass filters for IR photography, and a leather case, all told I have just over $100 into it. And if this camera takes a shit, I've got 2 more just like it that I bought for under $50 each. If nothing else, I look like I know what I'm doing with this camera around my neck.
Well, I'm drunk. The whiskey loves me. It spoons with me and promises to buy me breakfast in the morning.
Whiskey Richard But does it make your eyes roll back in your head when it wraps its lips around yo dick?
Re: Whiskey Richard See, I thought it was just a Stand By Me reference. Well, hey, if I'm going to be accused of sucking dicks, at least I got credit for being good at it.