Nah, I just do what I can do. I don’t smoke, cholesterol is under control, I walk at least a mile a day ( often more ). I fight the battle of the bulge still but I’m not as much of a data’s as I was before. I won’t lie though, with every passing year it’s on my mind. I can only hope to have my grandmothers’ genes. They made it a lot further.
The yacht club got FUCKED In the last pic you can see the finger docks that run between the boats sticking up almost vertically. So those boats just banged together all night.
Is there a browser plugin that I can use to avoid all Royal Family news? Christ, I don't want to hear about Prince Harry and his whiney bullshit anymore.
Covered slips seem like a nice idea, but damn they're fragile and can turn into absolute carnage in bad storms.
my brother, a TCU alumni and fan, decided to spend a bunch of money to go to the championship last night hope he enjoyed those $17 beers
Not only was that the worst beating in bowl game history, but LA has been experiencing historic rain for the last week. You can't even drown your misery in California sun.
Some of the raging water in their spillways is insane. Never seen them actually full of water before.. they’ve always been sets for car chases. I can only imagine the amount of shit being flushed out to see from them.
Now you understand why the original settlers of LA referred to that thing as the LA River. When it gets angry, it gets angry. Also this is a look at my regular bike path:
I thought Michigan would win. A combination of TCU playing out of their mind that game, plus Georgia playing insanely well yesterday.
My cousin lives in the Bay area, and posted this giant thing about rediscovering walking in the rain. I hope his car floats away.
running in the rain is wayyyy underrated. Granted, here in Texas the opportunities for such are few and far between. But it’s a beautiful thing when I get the chance. Always a horrible workout, and gotta be careful of slippery surfaces, but it still makes you feel like a kid again.
I get the same feeling by watching cartoons in my feetie pajamas while eating a bowl of cereal, or lighting my little green plastic army men on fire. To each their own.
Jesus Christ, I just got the scare of a lifetime. Li'l Bandit sent me a message saying that he needed to talk to me, and it's about his girlfriend. With leaden fingers I dialed his number, expecting him to tell me that she's pregnant. Nope, they're just going to break up. So yay?
There really should be a law that people that say "we need to talk" via text have to state the reason immediately.
It honestly is the four worst words in the English language when grouped together. For every minute after it is said, the person on the receiving end of it dies a thousand deaths. No delays, no “we’ll talk when you get here”. Speak. Now.