Bros Before Prose: A Critique of My Bud’s Personal Essay
You're a master of your craft. No, not the hazy IPA you're drinking, but you're a master of that too.
You're a master of your craft. No, not the hazy IPA you're drinking, but you're a master of that too.
You might guess that my embryonic study schedule has engendered absconsion from social connections, but let me disabuse you of this insipid notion.
At Bayer, we have a duty to pretend we have a duty to have a positive impact on the world.
Feel free to make your kids play Connect Four while you pound some Child Hopbandonment, my extra-high-ABV double IPA.
Number one tip from medieval writers: avoid the plague like you do clichés.