Let’s break some hearts.
Bros-there is nothing wrong with being a little predictable.
I’m not racist, but- just kidding.
In previous posts, I’ve defended my status as a “hater,” sanitizing it as some sort of noble undertaking; bravely castigating wrongdoers while the rest of you remain silent.
I love pickup basketball.
Last week we were bombarded with pixilated virals of Black Friday.
I don’t get “political scandals”.
This month marks Thanksgivukkah, the first time in thousands of years that the Jews and Anybody Who Isn’t A Native American’s favorite holidays fall on the same day, at the same damn time.
Since it dropped last week, I’ve been on an unbridled GTA V crack-binge.
I don’t know how you spent your time in college, but a sizable chunk of mine was devoted to finding a quiet place to take a shit on campus.
I don’t listen to music when I’m in the car or walking around the city.
By some cruel twist of fate, I spent Friday night of Labor Day Weekend in a synagogue (the temple was in the Hamptons, so I guess that still counts as #killingit, right.
When you’re young, your days are fueled with imagination and enthusiasm.