I got off on the right foot with a huge bowl of Cinnamon Streusel Mini Wheats. Then I got to work and realized I still haven't fixed The Kid's busted Bose headphones.
We had a happy hour after work. The company bought a keg and box wine and people brought fruit salads and other food. I met a new employee named Jim. He has dry skin and a doctorate in English from Florida.
At home, my roommate's new business scheme came up in conversation. "It can't fail," he claims. The idea is to start a review system for strip clubs (also called titty bars by the blue collar). The service would be comparable to Zagat's restaurant guide. Only the real money is in an iPhone app. Add that to publishing revenue, partnerships with clubs, and development into a premier review service for virtually all goods and services, and you have a staggering enterprise on your hands. All started by a mild yet earnest young man from Alexandria, Virginia.
But wait. After purchasing 6 domains for variations of TheEffulgentGentleman, he realized the Devil's work was at hand -- and immediately halted his plans in the name of the Good Lord.
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