I’m a Skydiving Instructor and If Anything, My Recurrent Syncope Should Make You More Inclined to Hire Me
The experience of being diagnosed with a serious condition that causes me to pass out a lot has turned me into a natural leader.
The experience of being diagnosed with a serious condition that causes me to pass out a lot has turned me into a natural leader.
In retrospect, perhaps I shouldn’t have loudly invited every member of staff to come watch me “roast this bird” at tic-tac-toe.
For example, our description page should have read, “Lull yourself to sleep to the haunting cry of lions echoing across the lake.”
Don't forget it's scorching outside—do you really want to inconvenience yourself with a hot face? That's a cruelty no meat should suffer.
Sure, our football team has been subpar ever since Brent Bryerson graduated three years ago, but that isn't a concern.
It’s water under the bridge, just like when you’ve lodged yourself under my couch, even when you overheated and almost set my apartment on fire.
Franz takes issue with his dad for unsolicited career advice and "being a bit of a tyrant" (wait until he meets you, not that it's a competition).
Subsequent to receiving this letter, you will hear ABBA songs inside your head everywhere you go, no matter what you happen to be doing.
Maybe you thought being stinky was intentional on my part, like I decided my “gimmick” is that I’m the bank robber who stinks?
I plan to hit the ground running, and then run some more, and then more, then hit a wall, and then puke on your open laptop.
Due to a disputed public executioner election, political lawn signs are no longer permitted. No decorative flamingos, gnomes, or heads on pikes.
As a proud deciduous piece of American timber, I now see it as my obligation to throw my hat in the ring or, more accurately, my rings in the ring.