Dave looks like he's trying not to laugh at your hands... and failing.
Dave and I! It's happening!
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Dave looks like he's trying not to laugh at your hands... and failing.
Dave and I! It's happening!
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He's pursing his lips.Dave looks like he's trying not to laugh at your hands... and failing.
I like to think this means "Then we did flash cards for the next few hours to prep for the morning exam."Then we boned.
You have really weird foreplay.I like to think this means "Then we did flash cards for the next few hours to prep for the morning exam."
--Patrick
You get acclimated to it after the first hour or two.You have really weird foreplay.
I like to think this means "Then we did flash cards for the next few hours to prep for the morning exam."
--Patrick
Certainly not a herring. Especially if it's red. Those things are only good for cutting down trees.I think "to bone" means to remove the bones from a fish. So, I think Frank and company had some Herring that needed cleaning; which is weird since he said they already had some pizza. But really, is there ever a good time to clean a fish?
Don't leave us hanging like this! What was the printer problem!I guess I'm relationshipped again.
Today, I get a call from her where she's barely holding back tears because she's dealing with stupid family shit, her printer is fucked up so she can't do work she needs to have done by the evening for some big oil field project she's supervising. So I bring her an ice cap, fix her printer and take her dog for a walk. By the time I get back to her place, she's done and we cuddle on her couch watching shitty movies with pizza like an old couple. Then we boned.
Today was good.
It had to do with Citrix. It was easy enough to work around.Don't leave us hanging like this! What was the printer problem!
Look, I don't mean to rain on your parade or anything....But 6 km isn't 3 miles.-Went for a walk with the intention of getting my haircut. The place was closed on Sundays, so I shrugged and just kept on walking. Wound up waking 6 KM (3 miles), including a little bit of light jogging on the way back.
Yeah, it was 6.2 KM, technically. So 3.8 miles.Look, I don't mean to rain on your parade or anything....But 6 km isn't 3 miles.
It's much closer to 4. Good for you
I think "to bone" means to remove the bones from a fish. So, I think Frank and company had some Herring that needed cleaning; which is weird since he said they already had some pizza. But really, is there ever a good time to clean a fish?
Phrasing......
The Wonderful BoehnerPhrasing......
Seriously, phrasing.............
Are we not doing phrasing anymore, cause.... Wonder Boner.
That's just lovely.The Wonderful Boehner
You steal kidneys and sell them on the black-market. Admit it.I don't know how we managed really...but we did and I'm so excited.
You steal kidneys and sell them on the black-market. Admit it.
And we did go hiking in a very remote area afterall. Anything could've happened.It would explain the lack of updates from BananaHands since he left Dave's place.
Guys! Don't eat the banana bread she offers!
When I met my wife she had a son. Zach was about 1 1/2 years old. Since that time I have adopted him, raised him, and I'm the only dad he knows. Turning away from a girl because she has a kid is okay if you don't want a family, but it gave me a purpose I hadn't had before that. It made me grow up. (Granted, since he's gotten older I've regressed, but that's a tale for another time!)So I...I think I was asked out today.
There's this girl at work. (Well, okay, there are a LOT of girls at my work. Seriously, it's like Estrogen City up in that place.) Cute, lots of tattoos (like ones clearly on her chest when she wears something low-cut), has a kid. Had a boyfriend up until last night, apparently. He broke up with her because she basically asked the "Where is this going?" question because she had to think of the future for the sake of her son. He wasn't ready for that.
Anyway, we joke around and such as usual, cracking jokes at each other and the sort. She got off work two hours before me. I was on the floor, putting clothes away while she's on the way out.
She stops by me and says, "You're a writer, right? Published book and all that?" (Something like that. I'm paraphrasing.)
"Sure," I shrug, smiling.
"Do you think you could look at my writing sometime? I can never finish anything I write."
"Yeah, totally. I can do that."
"Great. I'll get your number sometime. We could...go for coffee?"
"Sure!"
Honestly, I was just being my usual smiling, friendly self. It wasn't until after she left that I stopped there and said to myself, "Did...did she just ask me out?"
I really don't know if I read that situation right at all, so I'll play it out and see. She's a really nice girl, but I have to admit that the excessive tattoos are a major turn-off for me. Also really don't think I'd feel comfortable getting into a relationship with a mother. But I'll at least go for coffee for her and see if I can help with her writing.
I'm honestly at about 85-90% sure I don't even want kids anymore, so that's going to be an issue.When I met my wife she had a son. Zach was about 1 1/2 years old. Since that time I have adopted him, raised him, and I'm the only dad he knows. Turning away from a girl because she has a kid is okay if you don't want a family, but it gave me a purpose I hadn't had before that. It made me grow up. (Granted, since he's gotten older I've regressed, but that's a tale for another time!)
Nick, my friend, tattoos do not make a person.
Remember when I said it'll happen when you least expect it? This could be your moment.