Dear Mr. or Ms. Yelp,
I’m writing to you regarding an eatery which the readers of your publication may frequent, and as such, I believe it important to regale my experience of late.
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As the press-button bathroom lock supposedly secured the gas station bathroom door, my performance reached its crescendo. I clasp the doorknob and re-check it's lockedness...
Post No. 4 | LinkedOut
The Preservation Society Board of Dictatorial Governance has sat quietly by as the mid-youths of our day have ever-so-bravely sat sipping their slow-bar coffees and denigrated the service known as LinkedIn...
Post No. 3 | UKRAINE TRAIN
Blast his candy-loving hide. It looks as though I have lost my traveling companion at the last stop...
Post No. 2 | GORAN & DONCHO
The last smear of espresso slides onto my tongue and the only solace I will find is at the bottom of another of the same. “Uste edno kafe,” I ask the waitress...
Post No. 1 | A YELLOW SUIT IN TWO PARTS
As a September baby, I joined the ranks of youngsters inducted into the American public school system at the unripened age of five...