If enough users agree to The Terms, maybe Lord Zuckerberg will finally put the doors back on the bathroom stalls and stop broadcasting our personal phone calls over the company PA system.
Let's take a break from all the sick stuff and talk about something very near and dear to my heart: drunken birthday debauchery. My twenty-first birthday was, like most, an eventful and messy affair. It started rather benign -- having a beer at a local brewery in Petaluma, where my family surprised me. Then a... Continue Reading →