Always a plus. The only good thing about Ohio is Cedar Point and even then Cedar Point is on a tiny peninsula that extends into Lake Eerie. Its almost like its trying to escape but can't quite make it.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. HOLY SHIT STORY TIME Okay. The internet is a weird and fucked up place. Google owns my ass hard. To prove that there are more good things about Ohio I wanted to link to a Calvin and Hobbes strip. Specifically Calvin destroying Bill Watterson's town Chagrin Falls Ohio. I goolge image search "calvin destroys city", click on the third image and what is it? This post. I googled something and it turned up my own internet posting. This is freaking me out.
Can people stop wearing Vinyard Vines? It's not 2002 anymore. Also, I'm leaving my job in a week and I still almost sent an employee home today because his dress shirt had a breast pocket.
Do they make dress shirts without breast pockets? You're talking like regular button down long sleeves right? Because if they make those without the pocket, I've never seen one ever. Just the thought of it seems weird. On a related note, what the holy fuck are breast pockets for on shirts? And don't say they're to put your dip in because that shit should be illegal it's so fucking disgusting.
Leaving your job in a week sounds like just the reason to do something capricious like that, not the other way around.
Take it from a guy who's coming to accept he has a serious personality disorder, doing this makes total sense (that statement is supposed to be ironic). If anyone wears corduroy's to work fire them on the spot. If you have the ability and on the way out might as well abuse it
Back when my dog Rocky was a puppy I used to put him in that pocket...he's now 10.5 years old and almost 70 pounds.
I use my shirt pocket all the time when I'm at work, to the point where I get annoyed when the shirt I'm wearing doesn't have one. None of the shirts I wear outside of the office have pockets, though.
Okay, I'm about to post the most Missouri thing I've ever posted, put on your fucking seat belts. I just spent the evening with some friends, including my cousin's wife and my cousin's ex-wife. This was our book club meeting. Apparently my cousin's current wife has been snapchatting his ex-wife about how worthless he is, because of course she would understand. I don't know what to do except for to egg the entire situation on for my own entertainment. I'm certain I'm already going to hell so I have no qualms with encouraging the previously mentioned ex-wife to continue communication with the current wife. I just hope I get all the screen shots and I hope my aunt bitches to my mom about it so I can get the whole story.
You're not wrong. I did make a socially awkward joke about buckling up earlier though. It made everyone laugh but not in a good way. I need to get out more often.
Someone should buy stock in Twisted Tea. What is better than iced tea with alcohol in it? The answer is nothiiiiing!
Tea is good. Alcohol is good. I see no reason that the two should ever meet. Any attempt I've tried has been an abortion of flavor, held up to the God of alcohol who never really gave a shit anyway. By the way, I'm out of gin. I hate when I'm out of gin because the local liquor store doesn't carry my preference.
Gin is disgusting. One of the worst alcohol decisions I ever made was in high school. I mixed gin and that nasty orange mountain dew. Back when mountain dew thought it would be a GREAT idea to come out with new flavors. I will never drink gin ever again. Go buy some Twisted Tea THEN tell me that alcohol and tea shouldn't meet.