The Book of Genesis, If God Was Creating a Party
And God said, “Let there be great music so none of them talk to each other,” and there was a DJ who worked in finance but DJed on the side.
And God said, “Let there be great music so none of them talk to each other,” and there was a DJ who worked in finance but DJed on the side.
Labor Day - Here’s what they won’t tell you about Karl Marx: He’s a daddy!
I tell stories of humanity. Some about a guy getting drunk in the woods. Others about two guys getting drunk in the woods.
How do these seltzer companies make money in such a saturated market? What gives?
We’ve also shitloaded that thing with, like, 17 green olives from the most overpriced gourmet grocery store we could find.
My job sucks. Why did I think working at a bar next to a port on a western bay that serves a hundred ships a day would be a good idea?
Random people keep jostling you to get to the front of the amorphous blob you’ve been waiting in for 30 minutes.
The May-Decemberita: Sherry with a sprinkle of Molly.
The urinary mishaps of three potty-training boys mingle to deliver this temporally complex white.
Once the chardonnay finishes aging in early 2039, we need a little more labor out of you before your first check.
A shot of rum stirred into a pint of Guinness? Last night I tossed and turned, cogitating on what type of person this drink might fit.
Isolated and idle, alcohol became my only sidekick and I didn’t care if it was shaken or stirred as long as it was in my mouth.