When was the last time you sh*t your pants? It was 2007 and I was on the way to the mall with my dad. 11-year-old me had just eaten a colossal sandwich from our local sub spot and I was ready to go shopping for my first day of school outfit. 15 minutes into our
Hey, I’m Jake, I like to consider myself a content architect and provocative penman. I appreciate good sentences when I see them and sling a few of my own here and there. If you like the oxford comma and $4 drafts, we are going to get along nicely.
Picture this… It’s Friday morning and 14-year-old you just woke up to a small volcano erupting off the front of your forehead. Its red edges and noticeable pressure tells you that this is not just another dormant face volcano, but rather the Vesuvius of pimples ready to explode. I’ll spare you the dirty details (see
Death knocked on my door the other day courtesy of my FedEx guy… When I say death I’m talking about Liquid Death—water that will violently annihilate any and all of your dehydration. I was turned onto it after my sister shared their irreverent Instagram with me a few weeks ago. The name alone was captivating