When Martin decided to start a business, he had no idea where to start. He didn’t know anything about business, and he certainly didn’t have the money to pay for an expensive course. Lucky for Martin, he found a website that would help him out. I Buy I Review is a site that buys online courses that teach people how to start their own businesses. The site then reviews these programs to determine if they’re legitimate or scams. In this blog post, we’ll take a look at I Buy I Review and find out what kind of courses they offer!

If you’re like Martin and you don’t know the first thing about starting a business, then I Buy I Review is definitely worth checking out. They offer a variety of courses that cover everything from choosing the right business to marketing your new venture. And best of all, they offer these courses at a fraction of the cost of other programs! So if you’re looking for a way to get started in the world of business, I Buy I Review is definitely the place to start.

Martin was relieved when he found I Buy I Review. He was able to purchase a few courses that looked promising and read the reviews to see if they were worth his time. After doing some research, Martin decided on a business idea and launched his very own successful company.

If you’re in the same boat as Martin and have no idea how to start a business, don’t worry! I Buy I Review can help you too. Visit the site and browse through the different courses available. With a little effort and dedication, you’ll be able to launch a successful business in no time! Don’t give up on your dreams just because you don’t know where to start.


Clara does every annoying internet thing a human can do!

When Facebook started doing games, I was receiving notifications literally every single day from Clara inviting me to Farmville or Castle Ville or whatever the fuck. Then she moved on to the modern pyramid schemes.

I received hundreds of notifications from her trying to sell diet supplements, leggings, smoothies, powders, pills, clothes. Oh my god, why do people fall for this shit? One time she posted a picture of herself drinking a milkshake holding up a little powder packet suggesting that something about this powder, if consumed prior to drinking a milkshake, could somehow negate the caloric and sugar intake of a milkshake?

She ALMOST got me once with an offer to teach me piano – but then she posted a picture of herself playing and she sounded like absolute shit.


Andrea was the only daughter of a family of dentists in a millionaire lake suburb in the Minneapolis metro area. She had two very successful brothers, both dentists. But she had dropped out of several higher degree pursuits before settling on the ubiquitous and barely useable Masters of Public Health.

That med school pressure from her family never ever subsided.

She had all fake teeth due to many years of an eating disorder and an overly-dental family. She only wore J. Crew – usually a horizontal striped long sleeve midi dress, tights, flats, and a J. Crew sweater coat.

He never casually made her way from one place to another – she flinged herself panicked from one room to the next. She always seemed like she was having an emergency – she often was. As the very sad mother of two children, she both resented her children and used them as an excuse to never be at work.

One day I was telling a friend how excited I was about a new vacuum, the Dyson Stick Vacuum, and she literally ran over from three rooms away to yell that it’ll NULLIFY THE WARRANTY ON MY CARPET!

Bitch, I don’t have carpet! Ew!


Peter was an American living in West Africa – assigned to live in the same village where I’d been living for nearly two years. He arrived volatile, smug, self-satisfied and condescending. During one of our first conversations I used a vocabulary word that he found amusing, stopped me, and blurted “I’m surprised you know that word.” He incorrectly corrected my pronunciation of the word Reykjavik. And he was one of those people who would just suddenly lose his temper, create a dangerous situation, or ruin everyone else’s night.

Well, I left three months after he arrived and began receiving increasingly unhinged emails from him. He was teaching English to the children who lived in his neighborhood. One of them robbed him. He was furious and expressed so much ugliness. Then they started a cooking class and he began a social media campaign for a spice company to endorse him and the kids. They never responded and he lost his mind.

He burned his house down and moved to the capitol until he ended up getting kicked out of the country for being dangerous and unpredictable.

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Once upon a time there as a woman named Dawn. She was in her late twenties. She was studying abroad in Rural France – despite not being enrolled in any university program stateside. She revealed many weeks into our time in France that she had two children she had left at home, I’m not sure who cared for them in her 3-month absence.

She arrived with a passport but no cash, one card she claimed was empty of funds, and no contacts. She claimed to have just sold a historical play to the Smithsonian and was awaiting the payment. But that she’d been robbed of her wallet just before leaving for France.

This is how she convinced her roommates to pay for every. single. expense. for the first two months we spent in France. She took a weekend trip to Paris once and upon returning claimed that she’d finally been paid, it was deposited on the debit card she had brought with her but she’d been robbed at the Paris train station.  This is how she convinced her roommates to continue paying until we returned to the States.

It turned out, true story, that Dawn was a former cult member who had fled to France in an attempt to escape the cult. She had left her children there, but hoped to use her time in France to clear her head and get back and mom better. What she ended up doing instead was drinking wine all day every day, fucking every stranger in our village – I’m not exaggerating, taking advantage of everyone who tried to be kind to her, and then blowing them off when they all got home.

She was an asshole. And remains as such.