Bobby Two Times

A bag of assholes…

One place had full sized beer and wine fridges. It was hilarious when the tech support people were getting drunk before lunch.

Some of the best corporate holiday parties I’ve been to were at small startups i worked at. Great end of year bonuses as well. Office kitchens filled with free snacks \ drinks and paid lunches on Fridays.

Eventually, they all hire accountants, business analysts, or financial officers. And it’s the same every time - they all start “cost cutting”… First the free food and lunches stop. Then the end of year parties. Then they complain about it being “a lean year” so they have to cut bonuses (about the same time they switch to “unlimited PTO” but guilt you into not taking any nor do they have to pay you out when you quit).

The best is around August or so, they post the financials and thank everyone for helping the company “smash” goals \ previous records, but then have some soulless mid level manager tell everyone at the end of the year they didn’t “meet expectations” so they don’t qualify for a raise.

God, I’m still bitter…

One of the few films I found that I could enjoy rewatching. For a while there, I would rewatch it 1 or 2 times a year, for a good 19 years after it came out.

I think I’m gonna watch it tonight.

While i agree i dont “see” him as bison, the vitriol for him is unwarranted. The man is a fine actor and a god damn saint.

Was getting really unhealthy. Lost 22 kgs so far, been going to the gym the last three months.

Starting to see some muscle definition from lifting, stuff is easier to pick up and move around. Wish i did it earlier, but better late than never.

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The people at my gym! Half the dudes don’t “believe” in deodorant, half the women smell like a perfume store.

Just yesterday, soon as I got on the treadmill, a young b.o. smelling dude got on my left, and an old lady smelling like perfume got on my right - I lasted 8 minutes before I couldn’t take it and got off.

Snitches…

Philadelphia! Very astute, my friend. Where are you yourself?

I somewhat thought that getting an education, working white collar, social media, and living in Europe the last 6 years that I would have of lost my accent. Hence why I found your comment so interesting!

I am interested in what you assume me accent be, though I’ll give ya some hints and you tell me where I’m from…

My wife teases my pronunciation of butter and water as they come out as “budder” and “wooder”, house roofs as “woofs”, and I call water creeks “cricks”. She also laughs at me when I get angry \ passionate as I become louder and sound like “one of those Italian gangsters from the old bugs Bunny cartoons”. And she’ll repeat back to me, exaggerated, “whaddya talkin about?!” as I seem to ask her that before every debate…

I learned this from my dad… When I was young, we had a plumbing leak on a Sunday night, p-trap was leaking. All places were closed, so he went to a McDonald’s bathroom and stole theirs to replace ours.

20 something years later, my faucet was leaking. It was a discontinued model from a brand owned by home Depot, though they still had the display model up. Remembering what my pa did, I took the display model apart and took what I needed.

Lol, I’m here sounding it out and it sounds between ruff and woof…

My wife thinks it’s funny that most words with a “t” in the middle, I pronounce as "d"s… Butter is budder, better is bedder, water is wooder, etc…

Also, creeks are “cricks”.

More so, Internet has destroyed the spirit of conversation. When I was younger, people found me charming and intelligent when first meeting me after talking for a bit. Now, they can quickly “google” what I say and quickly learn that I am an ass, bullshitting and exaggerating what I don’t know, but making it up to keep the conversation interesting.

The man is a god damn saint. He delivers food to the elderly on the weekends, my grandma adores him.

Freiburg to Paris in about 3h, just went last weekend.

Fucking Champ here

Wu Tang and Queens of the Stone Age

Sounds like a person of renaissance, a true warrior poet.