Gearing up for that Eiffel 69 I’ve been reading about...

Oh, this one’s always fun. Of course, I’ve never done it with the other side of the tower, because extra penises always seem so redundant...

Every foursome I’ve ever had was unplanned. Each time, it was just the fortuitous confluence of booze and opportunity.

Yeah, that’s all kinds of overload. Those pictures go flying right by my “oh, that looks tasty” impulse and land smack-dab in the middle of the “that would sit uncomfortably in my stomach like a goddamned bowling ball” part of my brain. It’s not even appetizing. I feel like I’m looking at the Sugar Rush game from…

Chuck Klosterman wrote a great essay about the Real World years ago where he charted the casts’ devolution from a group of diverse, well-rounded individuals who had jobs, cared about issues and interacted like actual human beings to a handful of archetypes (e.g., angry black guy, naive country girl, flamboyant…

Okay, full disclaimer: I spent the summer after my freshman year of college “cooking” at Pizza Hut.* I never eat the stuff anymore (though I certainly did at the time), but I would wear the shit out of that hat.

Great reference to match a great avatar/name.

Oh, Wil Wheaton, no.....

I’m just picturing this guy in a pitch meeting filled with doctors, still in his carpenter’s overalls (or whatever), pointing to a big posterboard that just reads:

I missed the whole “nomination” process, but I love this one, also from the Simplehuman line. The bar step feels a lot sturdier than the standard pedal (which is often the first thing to break), and the clean rectangular shape lets it sit flush against the kitchen wall, unlike the ovular/circular models. Perhaps most…

I missed the whole “nomination” process, but I love this one, also from the Simplehuman line. The bar step feels a…

A quick Google search indicates that “evil mad scientist” is in fact Bernice Steinbaum’s default expression...

Interesting. What other superpowers does she have?

I personally don’t care one way or the other whether Hermione is cast as a black woman (or any other race for that matter), and any Harry Potter fans waving the #notmyhermione flag are (a) way too emotionally invested in a piece of YA fiction, and (b) largely using “commitment to canon” as a smokescreen for thinly…

I can’t speak as to how it plays out in every other major American city, but biking just doesn’t work in NYC. I’m not saying it’s impossible to do or that a lot of people don’t do it regularly. By “doesn’t work,” I mean that drivers, pedestrians and cyclists cannot comfortably coexist in this city.

Because of how washed out this photo is, and because the bottom part with the lace is cropped out, I actually saw this and thought, “Huh. Celine Dion got married in a hotel bathrobe. Cool.”

I actually saw a gym capitalize on this mentality a few years ago. Google Images is failing me at the moment, but the ad campaign was basically pictures of hot men and women with tag lines like “Revenge Abs” and “Vengeance Booty,” along with some little blurb about how she’ll come crawling back once she hears about…

I just ordered our holiday cards (that’s right, I’ve chosen my side in the war on Christmas) from Shutterfly yesterday. It took three days of photo shoots, as our 18-month-old alternated between trying to tear his adorable elf costume off like a feral raccoon trying to scramble out of a grocery bag and going full…

I generally avoid watching videos at the office, because there’s really no more obvious signal that you’re not even trying to create the illusion that you’re actually working, but the second I saw those crazy-as-fuck eyes in the screencap, I immediately pulled out the headphones.

“If you read the scriptures closely,” the Baptists’ letter to zombie Jesus visitors begins. . .

Ugh, you had to go and tell people about this. I really, really liked that no one seemed to know about this service.