Crazy Roommate Stories: How A Game Of Beer Pong Ruined A Little Asian Man

House parties are hit and miss. Sometimes people bring all the alcohol you’ll need, other times people burn in a hole in your couch. Sometimes awesome people show up, sometimes frat boys show up. Call me old fashion, but I don’t exactly like hearing frat guys yell “LET’S GOOOO” every five seconds. Especially when playing…

Why People Get Offended Now More Than Ever

I’m sitting outside a coffee shop with a few friends and my buddy Kevin starts telling us a story about how he got praised at work for doing absolutely nothing: Kevin: I woke up and didn’t feel like working. I called into work and said I’m “going through something” and need “self-care.” They immediately became…

Can Worrying Improve Your Circumstances?

Somehow, someway, my friend Christian and I got hired to be summer camp counselors for 4th graders.  Christian looks like a heedless alcoholic with a permanent confused look on his face, so he must have killed it in his interview. And I look like a Cocky Douche Fuckboy, yet they still hired me. No, I…

Fix This Common Mistake In Your Mindset Or You’re Screwed

Being the king of coming up with dumb ideas, I thought it’d be a great idea to take a cheap, blow-up inflatable raft into the ocean that I bought on Amazon. Also note that this wasn’t a beach that had essentially no current with waves flat as your ex’s pancake butt. This was a surfer’s…

Why You Should NEVER Cross a Soccer Mom

If I had to give an award to the most ratchet grocery store, it would certainly be Vons. There are always little shits running rampant, customers crying because their coupon expired, lines moving slower than a virgin on prom night.  Surrounded by Chex mix, Cheez-its, and Gushers, I realize I’m in the wrong aisle, but…

Seeking Validation Makes You Soft

I took a writing class in college and we were tasked to write about a true story. Some guy asked me for feedback on his work. I don’t want to be mean, but his story was about a fucking hike he went on, and how it was hard. After about 1.5 hours of editing I…