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10 months ago
Growing up isn't so bad
Sometimes it's alcohol and steak. But does it make up for all the responsibility work and taxes?
We think so! Here is the backing :
"Because nothing says 'adulting like a boss' quite like channeling your inner carnivore and washing it down with the nectar of the gods. Who needs gold stars when you've got grill marks?"
"Because steak and beer are like the Batman and Robin of adulting—saving you from the mundane villains of everyday life, like meetings and paperwork, one delicious bite and gulp at a time!"
"Because when life throws lemons at you, you don't make lemonade, you fire up the grill and throw on a T-bone steak! Who cares about taxes when you've got a medium-rare masterpiece waiting for you?"
"Because let's face it, adulthood is just one big Choose Your Own Adventure book, and the page that leads to steak and beer is always the right choice. Taxes? More like t-bones, am I right?"
"Because steak and beer are the ultimate 'adulting trophies'—proof that you've survived another day in the jungle of responsibilities and emerged victorious, with a belly full of beef and hops. Take that, IRS!"
We think so! Here is the backing :
"Because nothing says 'adulting like a boss' quite like channeling your inner carnivore and washing it down with the nectar of the gods. Who needs gold stars when you've got grill marks?"
"Because steak and beer are like the Batman and Robin of adulting—saving you from the mundane villains of everyday life, like meetings and paperwork, one delicious bite and gulp at a time!"
"Because when life throws lemons at you, you don't make lemonade, you fire up the grill and throw on a T-bone steak! Who cares about taxes when you've got a medium-rare masterpiece waiting for you?"
"Because let's face it, adulthood is just one big Choose Your Own Adventure book, and the page that leads to steak and beer is always the right choice. Taxes? More like t-bones, am I right?"
"Because steak and beer are the ultimate 'adulting trophies'—proof that you've survived another day in the jungle of responsibilities and emerged victorious, with a belly full of beef and hops. Take that, IRS!"
