Actually I eat porridge with sultanas for breakfast every day! But alas, my family seems to have a big of a congenital problem in that department. Perhaps I just need more fibre than most in order to compensate!
My gift card code for Loot Crate isn't working. Also, everything I eat makes me sick. I have access to food so that's a win, but the downside is even fruit sends me to the bathroom. Like, what the hell, body?
I was helping a client open up a new money market account with the $1.7 million he just inherited and he DIDN'T have a second form of identification, so I had to wait while he went to the car and got it before we could continue. Is this a damnable offense? I'm pretty sure he's Hell-bound now.
Aww. At least stay until they got out the buckwheat. You won't know the real thing until you've had the buckwheat.
It often is! My running joke is that most things on the Forum--most threads in the Lounge, anyway--end up at The Daily Five: food, booze, drugs, sex, or shit. @mashers , thank you for getting us to yesterdays' Daily Five.
Well, I'd say those five things succinctly summarise life. Substances and body parts going in and out of people's bodies.
A car alarm woke me up this morning. In a slight rage I opened my window and yelled out "Can you go rob some other car, asshole!" To my surprise, it was actually a car robbery. The dude looked around for me, but kept going about his business for about 2 minutes, then he bolted.
Buckwheat. Best way to stay clear of bestiality. I noticed and I see no problem with that. If I get to do all five, it's generally a good day. Just don't do drugs, kids.
That's fucking hilarious. Well, not so much for the car owner... but still. You should make a story out of this.
My brand new, Calvin Klein, slim cut (I'm not exactly slim, but Calvin's shit fits me like a glove), gray-blue suit with exaggerated stitching has sprung a hole in the front pocket after only two usages. I made a massive scene today about the spare liquor cage keys getting lost, only to slip them into the infamous pocket and have them disappear for a fucking hour. Thought I was losing my mind... how could I possibly have lost them after putting them in my pocket, which I deemed the only safe place in the joint for the spare keys. I found them in the lining eventually, but what the fuck! I just bought it. There's some haberdashers that are going to wish they were never born when I get to them on my to-do list. ETA: funny side note, the two gay guys I work with both asked me if the suit was a Calvin Klein. And if the two toned wingtips were Stacy Adams. And if the the shirt was a Joseph Abboud. And they were right on all counts. The suit and shoes I can understand, but the fucking shirt?
One of the interns we recently took on is someone I know from high school, and he wasn't exactly my friend (often patronized me about being gay). Now, though, we're suddenly best friends in his eyes. He keeps using the fact that I know him as an excuse to not get his work done or to mess around. He's not going to be so friendly when I strongly advise against offering him any kind of position within the company.
Sorry to double-post, but this is equally as infuriating. I was just working with a client who recently came into a large sum of money, $5.2 million and some change, after her grandfather passed. He didn't trust her apparent deadbeat parents (her words, not mine) with the money, so he left his entire estate to her. She's 18, and has already expressed that she's going to drop out of high school when she's been given the money. After going through the process as to how the funds will be given to her, she started talking about all of the things she was going to buy. They weren't going to be cheap. I advised she speak to someone on our investment team, as well as someone on our wealth management team and she said, "Nah, I think I can handle it." She'll be broke by this time next year, I can almost guarantee it. The main thing I'm whining about is the fact that I'm not allowed to whack her across the head with the idiot stick and knock some sense into her! I can only make "suggestions." I'm only 25, but I often find myself utterly shocked at the youth of my country (the U.S.).
, is it wrong to laugh at the Irony, and looking forward to when she is flat ass broke. Now I could easily live the rest of my life with 5 million and the some... but as you mention it takes proper planning. because despite the large amount. 5 million could go quick if your a fucking retard.
