It’s Memorial Day, Modern Philosophers.
So many people asked me about my weekend plans, and my answer was very clear:
I plan to spend it not working. 649 more words
“Have you made any New Year’s resolutions?” The Devil asked as he poured my Snapple into a fancy champagne flute.
My New Year’s Eve guest had eschewed his usual impeccably tailored suit for a sharp tuxedo that made him look like Hell’s version of James Bond. 544 more words