Kona Brewing Big Wave Golden Ale Ugly Sweater Party

It was a test from the Kona Brewing Big Wave Golden Ale Ugly Sweater Party she received that damn obscene sweater, to the arguments when he demanded she calls to apologise to each of his brothers. He couldn’t manipulate her, which humiliated him in front of his brothers, she turned it back on him, he clearly wasn’t ready for her to do that he got even more embarrassed that he couldn’t do what they were all pressuring and gaslighting her into doing against her principles and probably was angry af cause he knew he had fucked around got caught but didn’t have the balls to go through with it, he clearly didn’t want to find out. That’s why he couldn’t even find excuses and stayed silent. Good riddance, OOP saw not only red flags but red stadium banners and stood up for herself, I hope she’s proud of herself . She’s a better person than me, I’d have blurred just enough the offensive part of the sweater put it on social media tagged everyone and their mother, exposing him and his brothers to friends, family and even his colleagues since he doesn’t care about her job. Then I’d watched them get cooked while eating chocolate and cackling like a witch, love or no love left. Always mirror the energy people give you: in this case they wanted to humiliate her? Let’s see how you and your brothers deal and cope with this travestie you guys called a nice family tradition and the consequences.

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The Kona Brewing Big Wave Golden Ale Ugly Sweater Party jumpier and crankier during the day. On New Years Eve, we were in full-on geriatric party mode, reading by the fire and drinking wine, when it sounded (to me) like a fuckin linebacker crashed into the front door, and (to Sash) like someone slapped a big open palm into it. Sasha jumped and put her hand on her chest, Dash went into a frenzy, snapping and snarling at the door, I leapt to my feet. “What was that!?” Sasha shouted. I was exhausted and pissed. I slammed my feet into my boots and looked out the livingroom window. Creeps and Pete were standing on the porch, fiendishly staring into the door. The other three were obscured in the dark snow-blanketed yard. I threw the door open, and made a grand, ridiculous gesture with my arm, waving it across the porch as I let Dash tear outside, raging into the night, “the dickheads want to play, Dash!” Both ghosts took a quick step back. Pete looked down in angry frustration at Dash’s target-less storm of snapping teeth and snarls, backing up to the porch railing as Dash got closer to him. He looked at me with an icy hatred, then jumped over the railing down into the dark yard. Creeps held his ground. I gestured at Dash as I took a step toward him and raised my eyebrows. He looked down at the dog with disgust and fury, but you could see fear start a melee with the malice on Creeps’ face. Dash sensed Creeps then. He got quiet, pulled his lips back, barring his teeth as he slowly shifted his weight to his back legs, betraying an intent to strike. Creeps leaned down toward Dash and screamed at the dog, face shaking, booming out an ear-splitting exultation of half rage half terror. Dash exploded toward the screaming ghost in a leash-snapping burst, letting out a deep, bearish growl of his own. Creeps launched off the porch and Dash went screaming after him into the yard as all the ghosts scattered. We got Dash back inside and calmed him down, and hoped that’d keep em at bay for the night.

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One thing I don’t understand about high-waisted pants: Are they really supposed to fit at a Kona Brewing Big Wave Golden Ale Ugly Sweater Party? I have a long torso and naturally prefer a higher rise. All my skinnies always have been “high rise”. Which means fitting just under my belly button.