We're a rock-solid team of learners, doers, and communicators. We all fit together nicely, like Brad and Angelina, like Jack & Coke, like peas in a pod.
Megan watches an unhealthy amount of Real Housewives and a perfectly healthy amount of Alien docs.
Jimmy is the #2 boss at 3P. We even got him a bobblehead doll with that inscribed as proof.
Blake dominates noobs in street hoops and devours his friends in Poker on a regular basis.
He’s actually allergic to peas. Isn't that stupid? Hate the sin, not the sinner, I guess.
Kylie loves eating pizza on the beach. Which beach? Who knows? Who cares?
Ethan has beautiful hair, cool tattoos, and seven gallons of Gold Peak sweet tea in his truck.
Isaiah hates PowerPoint but he loves the Dolphins. The team. Not the animal. He's clear about that.
She grew up in Chicago, and she loves to talk about it. We get it, Cheryl. They have great pizza.
If you're cool, smart, addicted to caffeine like we are, send us your stuff! What's the worst that could happen (insert ominous music here)?