Category Archives: Greg’s Billion Dollar Blog

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

“You know what your problem is, Greg?” he asked. “Your problem is you’re a fan who wants to be treated like a peer.” Lana Del Rey has a death wish. She thinks dying young is glamorous, when in fact, there’s … finish reading Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

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E-Mea Culpa Revisited

If I can’t buy, sell, earn, steal, will into existence or jerk-off to it, then it’s not for me. 3-days a week, I open the restaurant. I have to be at Max’s Deli by 6:47AM, if I want to start … finish reading E-Mea Culpa Revisited

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Jam, Old Man, Jam.

What does an apology cost you? Nothing. What does pride taste like when you swallow? Nothing. In fact, there’s no aftertaste. Wheatgrass has a horrible aftertaste. And wheatgrass is supposed to be good for you. We have all these rituals … finish reading Jam, Old Man, Jam.

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A Toast To Intentions

Thinking about re-naming my blog Mea Culpa. I treat apologizing like going to the gym, if I put in reps, the effort will bear fruit. Truth be told, rather than egg on my face, I’d prefer washboard abs. But my … finish reading A Toast To Intentions

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Everything Changes On New Years Day

Puked so hard, my hemorrhoids came back. Woke up with a beautiful woman crashed out in the living room on my couch. I think her name was Meeka. But I’m not sure. I texted 3-managers I work with at 5AM … finish reading Everything Changes On New Years Day

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