My Day as an Intern, as Imagined by My Exceedingly Optimistic Parents
12:30 PM, reads the Faberge Egg clock the CFO gifted me for having such a good PSAT score.
12:30 PM, reads the Faberge Egg clock the CFO gifted me for having such a good PSAT score.
I nodded off for like two seconds and woke up to fresh ink stains on my fingers, and a notary public closing his briefcase and heading out the door.
28.5%: Waitstaff pleased the King by referring to him only as "my lord" or "my goodly liege."
You never know what kind of connections you’ll make. One of these people could be your ex-boyfriend or your current physical therapist.
On Wednesday he ate through his employee's 401ks, but he was still hungry.
Streaking on the quad? We've got something way sicker for you: freelance income earned across multiple tax jurisdictions.
Tie-Dye Sonics Blindfold: Take a moment to soak in the game-day atmosphere by succumbing to all of your other senses.
Last week, I sold two pieces of cross-stitch art, and my business netted $30,000. You do the math.
Can anybody claim you as a dependent? Would you like somebody to claim you as a dependent? Would you like a kind, older couple to adopt you?
Just kinda set the money bags on your knees. I’d tell you to move the gold-plated racquet holder, but it’s welded to the center console.
Amazon is taking union-busting to another level. Starting next month, they’ll roll out a new feature to help customers get out of hopeless marriages.
It’s just not something we care to do, because of our uncontrollable desire to own all of the boats and all of the cocaine.