PETA doesn't realize that Uga's come from the same family line. Plus any bulldog lucky enough to become Uga is treated VERY well. They are like royalty in the state of Georgia. PETA needs to shut up and start telling it's nude models to get off the street. Poor things. How could an organization treat humans so poorly. Those ladies need clothes on for God's sake.
Wait...if you're a part of a wedding you have to pay for your shit? Fuck that, if you want such a fucking special day, you pay for this shit. And you've already got to get them a gift...
The last one was a "destination" wedding, too (although, in fairness, all of the guests were from various parts of the country)... cost me about a grand for the weekend.
@HernandezStache: I hate the [person] loves her honey bunny so vewwy vewwy much! messages more. All I'll say is that it's going to be vewwy vewwy awkward when you and your honey bunny break up. Which you will. Because nothing lasts forever.
@HernandezStache: I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're trying to say. Are you trying to tell me something? Or am I reading something unintended into that comment?
@UkraineNotWeak: I've assumed the mantle, but just for tonight.
I've actually said no to being in weddings. I'm so lazy and such a nihilist I say I'm flattered and I'm willing to help out in any way I can on the wedding day, but I just can't afford it.
Yeah, I can't do it. I have no money now, but I figure it can just go on the credit card for the time being, and in two years when I'm making serious money, I'd regret it if I passed up on an opportunity.
@44 in a Row: Wait...if you're a part of a wedding you have to pay for your shit? Fuck that, if you want such a fucking special day, you pay for this shit. And you've already got to get them a gift...
@What Would Kornheiser Do?: DON'T FUCKING GET ME STARTED. It's worse for girls. Buy a fugly dress. Pay for a bridal shower. Buy a shower gift. Act excited when the oily, probably gay bohunk in a g-string rubs his dick on your face at the bachelorette party. Get yourself to the wedding itself. Pay for a room for the weekend. Buy a wedding gift.
The prospect of getting pawed by one of the groom's frat brothers and an open bar of rail vodka and Franzia pino greege does not make up for all that.
I had 4 weddings this summer/fall, 3 that I was in the wedding party. It's gets ridiculously expensive. I got a bunch more this year. I'm 25, I didn't think this shit was start this soon.
Oh, I'm also the most cynical person alive. So yeah, I make a great groomsman.
@HernandezStache: I've actually said no to being in weddings. I'm so lazy and such a nihilist I say I'm flattered and I'm willing to help out in any way I can on the wedding day, but I just can't afford it.
So Rock Band sucks a little more when it's a bunch of people playing the songs you don't like and you're the captive audience for hours. Also atrocious: the way you apparently really need to be connected to the 'Net for the DLC to work. (Hey, you people? It's DOWNLOADABLE content, right?)
And I'm still not home.
But I can't decide whether Kat's wino whining and magic obsession is really funny or just sort of there. (No offense, but I'm not used to so many non-cheesy-doodled capital letters around here.)
@Rock You Like An Iracane: That's because you're not watching this amazingness. Imagine the roommate dealing with me yelling this stuff out loud in a K hole.
I have a bottle of wine in me. I've calmed down some.
@What Would Kornheiser Do?: When Cincinatti marched down the field on the first drive, I thought at least I'd get to see what my Irish passed on in Brian Kelly's offense. Then the game just got way shitty.
I've now resorted to trying to stick my horrible smelling feet in my trying-to-sleep girlfriend's face for entertainment.
She's hoping the Doobie Brothers halftime show is captivating enough to give her a break from my little game.
@Hank Scorpio-Steinbrenner: I have a pretty good ear for impressions, and one day, I was shopping with two of my girlfriends and What a Fool Believes came on the Muzak, and without thinking about it I just started singing along.
I get into character by furrowing my eyebrows and clenching my jaw.
11/25/09
The last time someone thought a robot version of a mascot was a good idea, this happened:
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Tomorrow, purely out of spite, I'm going to have a second steak. I might even name it first...
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The last one was a "destination" wedding, too (although, in fairness, all of the guests were from various parts of the country)... cost me about a grand for the weekend.
01/01/09
Please don't get me started on weddings. This is not Jezebel.
01/01/09
Everytime I log on to Facebook and see the following status update I want to punch the screen
random person is ENGAGED!!!!
01/01/09
I said I was a nihilist, didn't I?
01/01/09
(person) should eliminate the direct connect between their emotions and their FB status.
The only thing that lasts forever is the fact that reality will always trump perception.
01/02/09
@UkraineNotWeak: I've assumed the mantle, but just for tonight.
01/01/09
Yeah, I can't do it. I have no money now, but I figure it can just go on the credit card for the time being, and in two years when I'm making serious money, I'd regret it if I passed up on an opportunity.
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The prospect of getting pawed by one of the groom's frat brothers and an open bar of rail vodka and Franzia pino greege does not make up for all that.
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Three this week. For crying the fuck out loud.
01/01/09
I had 4 weddings this summer/fall, 3 that I was in the wedding party. It's gets ridiculously expensive. I got a bunch more this year. I'm 25, I didn't think this shit was start this soon.
Oh, I'm also the most cynical person alive. So yeah, I make a great groomsman.
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01/01/09
I'm gonna need to steal that mentality. Between the weddings and bachelor parties, I spent too much this year.
The only bonus of the wedding party is the possible drunk romance that could occur.
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And I'm still not home.
But I can't decide whether Kat's wino whining and magic obsession is really funny or just sort of there. (No offense, but I'm not used to so many non-cheesy-doodled capital letters around here.)
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I have a bottle of wine in me. I've calmed down some.
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01/01/09
I've now resorted to trying to stick my horrible smelling feet in my trying-to-sleep girlfriend's face for entertainment.
She's hoping the Doobie Brothers halftime show is captivating enough to give her a break from my little game.
01/01/09
I do a bitchin' Michael McDonald impression.
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I get into character by furrowing my eyebrows and clenching my jaw.
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