If you're in Vegas go to the HofBrauHaus. Pretty authentic, and I've been to the real one. While you there be sure to get a slap shot. A slap shot is where you take a shot of Jager and the waitress smacks your ass with a paddle while your elbows are on the table. Its funny, its when I was here a few years ago with my hockey team that I learned I enjoy pain. Last time I was there I told the waitress not hold back and "swing for the fences"...Yea, she did, it stung but it was funny and somewhat enjoyable. I don't regret it. She was hot.
Buying a house online. This is giving me anxiety. like...filling out electronic paperwork to buy a house that we've only seen in pictures. what could possibly go wrong.
Oh it's completely rhetorical. Good news is, my brother (whom I trust implicitly) is there, and has seen the house. He actually bought his house there through the same broker, so a relationship is established. But still. Fuck me.
About to eat a boatload of these babies Spoiler and just figured out something neat to get my career as an international adventurer going. I'm going to ask one of Canada's most famous ones to be my mentor. I need help getting sponsors and planning the shit years in advance. Cross-country skying across Groenland, here I come*! I've also pretty much made up my mind about going to San Diego. Daily BJJ at Atos and snorkeling/freediving the rest of the day. We'll see if I can make it to 30 meters. I was stressed the first time I dove that deep, it must have been strapped to all that ''giving you the oxygen you need to breathe to not die'' silly gear that was stressing me out, right? Edit: Goddammit I'm too retarded to resize a picture Double edit: found a smaller one * In 10 years and/or when I find 30K
Part A I figured was some sort of skateboard move, but that would make the stripper extremely nimble and well coordinated, and I don't know how well you can do that on coke. Part B... well, for part B, check the Wide Open thread.
Good luck, I have been shit on by the federal government and can't get approved for my loan until they extract head from ass and reopen the USDA and IRS. Signing shit with DocuSign online is WAY to easy, I signed the purchase agreement in less than a minute.
Well, dammit, it appears I'm about to lose a player for my Friday game because of the following situation: He lived with some crazy chick five years ago who got knocked up then moved to Pennsylvania. Crazy chick had the kid and sent the kid back to Northern Minnesota to live with her sister. Sister was apparently just granted guardianship and the state requested a paternity test from him which I guess came back positive. So he's lawyered up and considering his options, and if he gets custody of a five year-old daughter - whom he just recently found out existed - he may be too busy to come to my game every week. The worst part about it is that this crazy woman is apparently the last woman he's fucked. The moral of this story, as I can discern one, is that fucking crazy people is generally a bad idea.
Yeahhhhh. That went quick. As long as we can move in before NYE, I don't give a shit. But the house is going to be a project. Not for repairs just for updates along the way. Which, honestly, I don't mind. The Husband and I work well together. The govt pulling head out of ass is a pipe dream.
Last night I went to a sold out concert at a club my mate manages. Free entry for me, my housemate, and his girlfriend, $200 bar card, and our own private balcony stocked with cases of CC and dry. And I had 2 drinks and went straight home to bed so I could make it to boxing at 10am today. I'm so emotionally confused. Bittersweet fail or success?
So, my friend's wife - whom I met once for half an evening - apparently feels she knows enough about me to want to set me up with one of her friends. I'm apprehensive; does this ever end well?