TonyTony, he's this guy. Sure, you may think he's just some bro asshole douche man who at 31 lives with his parents so he can spend his $130k salary (lol, Canadian ) on bottle service and trying to recreate the douchiest parts of Hangover II (which is all of them), but in fact, Tony is a Thoreauvian ascetic whose pursuit of bro weekends spent driving Lamborghinis actually means he is purer than you, because Tony has figured Life the fuck out:
I'm not gonna judge Tony for living at home. I know many people who are struggling and some who had to fall back on their parents or who have family homes or parents who need care.
I don't think I've ever met someone who boasted about it though. Me thinks he's overcompensating.
I have a college buddy who was Tony twenty years ago. He also valued 'experiences' over 'stuff,' and lived with his mother so that his income could fund his many excursions.
What my buddy sadly experienced, is that personality has a big (not sole, duh) influence on job advancement possibilities, and survivability in a M&A-heavy environment. And such high-living, heavy-consumption practices are seen as decadent, and are not long-term desirable traits, either by an employer or a prospective life partner.
Today, my 'Tony' is unemployed, still lives with his mother, terminally single, and still doesn't know what went wrong.
Wow. My entire reproductive system is cringing after reading that. I think that means my daintiness has been preserved, even without dousing my insides with Lysol.
I have four frenchies here in NW Florida. True that they can't take too much time outside in the heat. They love running around like nuts but they will collapse if you let them go on too long. They're fine outside during the four months of the year it's not disgustingly humid.True too about the breathing problems, fortunately only one of ours needed a little nasal passage work.
I'm going to judge him severely for choosing to live at home when he has a pretty good salary that could afford him plenty of comfortable housing options.
In my case, the answer is yes (mom is Irish Catholic) and no (dad is a dirty protestant)! My favorite question - which I have been asked many times - is whether we all have the same 2 parents.
Oh, I was an accident, too. Mom was 43 and Dad was 50. Who knew?
Yes, actually, they do.
Methinks lil' Gordon Gecko is overcompensating for an even lil'er Gecko in his pants.
You could drive it to a bear free area, though!
I'm not gonna judge Tony for living at home. I know many people who are struggling and some who had to fall back on their parents or who have family homes or parents who need care.
I don't think I've ever met someone who boasted about it though. Me thinks he's overcompensating.
I have a college buddy who was Tony twenty years ago. He also valued 'experiences' over 'stuff,' and lived with his mother so that his income could fund his many excursions.
What my buddy sadly experienced, is that personality has a big (not sole, duh) influence on job advancement possibilities, and survivability in a M&A-heavy environment. And such high-living, heavy-consumption practices are seen as decadent, and are not long-term desirable traits, either by an employer or a prospective life partner.
Today, my 'Tony' is unemployed, still lives with his mother, terminally single, and still doesn't know what went wrong.
I dunno—methinks—
a multi-million dollar golden parachute and now lives in a huge house sandwiched between an ocean and a golf course
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save face at the end
The time it takes to hang one's head while walking out the door is short compared to the time living in an oceanfront house with millions in the bank.
Who spends $30/bottle at Trader Joe's, when you can get a case of Two Buck Chuck for the same price?
Wow. My entire reproductive system is cringing after reading that. I think that means my daintiness has been preserved, even without dousing my insides with Lysol.
My parents reproduced NINE times, and they don't own their house, so the only thing any of us are inheriting from them are good genes.
I have four frenchies here in NW Florida. True that they can't take too much time outside in the heat. They love running around like nuts but they will collapse if you let them go on too long. They're fine outside during the four months of the year it's not disgustingly humid.True too about the breathing problems, fortunately only one of ours needed a little nasal passage work.
Ten here. Always got asked if they were Catholic. Nope, just liked sex and didn't understand birth control.
I'm going to judge him severely for choosing to live at home when he has a pretty good salary that could afford him plenty of comfortable housing options.
Just out of interest, what sort of things did your boss do to get rich? I'm asking for, uh, a friend.
In my case, the answer is yes (mom is Irish Catholic) and no (dad is a dirty protestant)! My favorite question - which I have been asked many times - is whether we all have the same 2 parents.
I've been taking advantage of Mom and Dad's senility to secure several promises:
Mom's embroidery machineDad's computer museum