Short reviews of pretty much whatever. Finally, you can discover if Frosted Flakes Gold has more social worth than Illmatic or Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare.
Phone interviews are the first step towards self-implosion, especially if you hate the phone and only use it to call your lover. Even if you know the people on the other end of the line, you still sweat like a mafucka and wish to YHWH there was some better way of doing stuff. But there ain't, and nobody likes this shit, and so we beat on, boats against the current and something or other, I forget now.
Thanks to Frosted Frog's cool label, many a Nova Scotia junior high student choked down a six pack of it while playing Diablo and listening to a burned CD full of Limp Bizkit songs illegally downloaded off Napster. Unfortunately for the Maritime Beer Company, even 13-year-old consumers quickly figured out that it was the worst beer in the universe--quite a feat at a time when the entire Canadian beer market consisted of Labatt's products competing with other Labatt's products and Alexander Keith's was considered a real IPA.
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