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 Put yourself and six other people on a deserted island. One of you finds a tattered box labeled drugs and decide to ingest the myriad of colors inside. As a microcosm of the real world you all came from, the group decides to eliminate that person and 1/7th of the population for no good god damned reason . . . → Read More: Drugs Are Bad MM ‘Kay?  There are many ways to eat a cat. . . . → Read More: Eat Cat  Where were you that fateful Monday morning when it all came tumbling down? No, not 9/11. That was a Tuesday. Anyone else feel blindsided? If you’re anything like me (or just gainfully employed), you probably started this workweek hunched over your desk, shaking off the cobwebs of yet another Halloweekend, reminiscing fondly on a . . . → Read More: LOL.  There’s a difference between vacationing and traveling. While I’m a fan of both, each one has its own distinct personality. Vacationing is a lounge-by-the-pool, cocktail-downing laze under the sun. While traveling is a sleep-deprived, up-at-dawn, drive-for-hours, site-seeing frenzy. I’d gotten the vacationing out of my system in Croatia. It was time for some down-and-dirty . . . → Read More: Russia…and stuff via Reporter-Club It’s Thursday again and you know what the means! So please fill me in because I have no idea. But what I do know is we’ve added 160 more pounds of raw, hairy manliness to Our Thursday! Prepare to fill your deepest emotional void with violence, German shepherds, Batman, neck beards, . . . → Read More: Hear Ye! Hear Ye! Steve Jobs died today and I’m having a rather unexpected reaction to it. Sad, inspired and confused — I wonder how a complete stranger can tap so vigorously my shoulder. Typing on my MacBook Pro at this very moment, I slide my fingers across the trackpad to multitask between writing this and discovering new . . . → Read More: Apple Remains Crunchy  I needed a vacation, so for the first week of my annual summer trip, I flew solo to the land of over a 1,200 islands, six-foot women, and the friendly Mediterranean sun: Croatia. Though I wouldn’t exactly be on land—I’d be sailing through the endless islands of the Adriatic Sea, stopping every now and . . . → Read More: Croatia  I needed a vacation. After talking to Dave Glenn, a guy with a trustworthy thirst for women and adventure, I booked a trip to Australia with Contiki – a company that boasts being “The best tour guide for 18 – 35 year-olds”. Two months later I jumped on a thirteen-hour flight to the land down under.  One year has passed since the declaration that I am a shadow boxer who frequents a corner bar named Jones, wondering if the man who after sending me drinks from across the way will politely follow through on a promise to take me to Mozza for dinner after wistfully discussing football and my talent . . . → Read More: Young at Heart…still  After a refreshing day at the golf course in which Vince sunk an eighty-yard chip for birdie, we decided to celebrate the shot of his life with a trip to I-Lounge that night. I had always been a fan of I-Lounge. Its structure was similar to Woody’s, only much bigger and cleaner. It consisted . . . → Read More: Courtney the Crazed Athlete |
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