The 10-year anniversary of After Hours is today. Without it, I wouldn't have found Cracked, submitted anything to them, nor written anything for the internet, ever.
Regardless of whether you think that's a good thing or not, this crazy show is to blame.
Me: Made you a black bean quesadilla.
3-Year Old: I don’t like blacks.
Me: Yeah, let’s call them black beans, babe.
3-Year Old: Do YOU like blacks?
Me: Yes, they’re great, please, call them black beans or we will never leave the house again.
And that's it! I'm officially no longer a Cracked employee. I made a little video about it, but the main take away is—though I've got a few cool things in the works (like a friggin' baby), I'm open to discuss any and all opportunities! Exciting times.
youtu.be/SE6QAPk2sE8
The main thing you’ll notice is how Wick apparently has “car deafness” as in, he can’t hear cars until they hit him. Even on otherwise silent Italian streets.
