This Fucking Guy
The guy ordering bottle service on a couch full of cousins and one debit card
He waves over the server with the confidence of a hedge fund manager, then asks six different people to Venmo him before the sparklers even cool off.
He has confused nightclub seating with venture funding.
The guy ordering bottle service on a couch full of cousins and one debit card. He has confused nightclub seating with venture funding.
He waves over the server with the confidence of a hedge fund manager, then asks six different people to Venmo him before the sparklers even cool off.
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This Fucking Guy
He waves over the server with the confidence of a hedge fund manager, then asks six different people to Venmo him before the sparklers even cool off.
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He believes gravity is a staff member.
This fucking guy never reracks weights and just walks away proud of himself.
He leaves a deadlift setup, two dumbbells, and an abandoned bench behind him like a toddler clearing out a toy chest.
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This fucking guy stands up the second the plane lands like that changes the queue.
Wheels touch the runway and he launches upright like he has been medically cleared to save the aircraft, even though row 31 is not getting off any faster.
A private failure with very public acoustics.
This fucking guy set six alarms and made them everybody else's problem.
They start at 4:45, keep coming every nine minutes, and somehow the only person not responding to them is the clown who programmed them.