You Can Trust Me—I’m a Man Wearing Many Rings
I’m not like other guys. I’ve embraced my feminine side. Don’t you see my many rings?
I’m not like other guys. I’ve embraced my feminine side. Don’t you see my many rings?
Grab yerself a seat by the fire, take a swig of this here moonshine, and connect with me on LinkedIn.
First up, we’ve got That Email You Sent Your Boss Last Week Regarding Your Upcoming Time Off.
Do you like charades? Well you’ll love it when my college acquaintance puts "Malcolm Gladwell" in the bowl for you to act out.
Your friend could have an annoying voice, or he only talks about his personal issues and you’d rather not listen to that during your hour commute.
Please refrain from kicking the waxwork likeness of Canada’s first Prime Minister, Sir John A. Macdonald, between his legs.
I mean, surely five minutes have already passed since I started this internal monologue. Oh, it’s only been 30 seconds? Well.
The public thinks this job is all colorful vinyl and happy bouncing. They're wrong. Catastrophically wrong.
How come I could tell where everybody was in space? Did you mean for the shots to make me feel things?
Jesus declared, “Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, because of this table I built. See that consistent grain?”
Don’t you love it? It’s got a nice high collar, but three-quarters-length sleeves, so it’s not too formal.
We settled our feud with the local breeder, and will once again have nine living, breathing reindeer on site as in days of yore.