I Am Your Third-Party Vendor, and I Will Fulfill All Your Needs
The minute you opted for the Pomegranate Margarita, gave your credit card to your "date," and said, "this round's on me," you entered my domain.
The minute you opted for the Pomegranate Margarita, gave your credit card to your "date," and said, "this round's on me," you entered my domain.
Tragic for sure. Indeed, many of you have asked what impact the end of the world will have on your 401(k) match.
Before we go any further down this musty tunnel hunting for the Lost Amulet of Christopher Columbus, let's establish something: I'm Torch Guy.
Let's not let a few small incidents of homicide overshadow the fact we recently installed washer-dryers in every single apartment.
Our great nation was built on the backs of people just like me: MBAs who got their jobs through their dad’s business connections.
Can you babysit my child or pick up my packages since you're home? What a perfect opportunity to procrastinate and help a neighbor for zero dollars.
1. Did you work? Answer YES if you worked during the week, engaged in emotional labor, or if you sat up in and/or got out of bed.
The first of your progeny is not your finest. They’re laden with flaws: entitlement, jealousy, anxiety, and approval-seeking tendencies.
Easy, effortless transitional pieces for looking like a regular person who may or may not have health insurance.
Being is a condition that has been linked to depression, a crippling sense of loss, getting attacked by alligators, and even death.
Mystery Inc is an LLC, and you're your shareholders' puppets: driving from town to town, pushing out the little guys so big business can take over.
If there’s not enough pollution in the air to do serious damage to your lungs, doctors will suddenly find themselves out of work.