Junior Mint had an unfortunate side-talent. He played guitar. I swear he only knew three chords, but that didn’t stop him from taking out that acoustic...
I sniff the armpits on a shirt and conclude it meets the minimum dress-code for a night out. A dash of Drakar cologne and I’m as...
The reality of my new employment environment was substantially less impressive than my imagined Fonz-themed episode of Happy Days. Let me tell you a little thing...
