As someone who frequently works with EL wire for craft/cosplay projects, I thought this was a really novel idea. When I was reading, I couldn’t help but think that the fact that the plastic tubing was wider than the EL wire would result in a wavy look when it was turned on because of the slack (as opposed to straight…

Meanwhile in Hell, an abruptly unseated Hitler fumes, “Bugs! I should have thought to throw bugs!”

It’s not really a Brooklyn thing. It’s an “every home improvement show on HGTV does this, so now every kitchen and bathroom renovation needs to have it” thing.

So weird. I was reading this article and thinking about that exact story.

Yeah, the assumption should still be drugs. Depending on the context, it could mean drugs other than cocaine, but in this specific situation, the default assumption is cocaine.

“What were you going to say to her if she showed up?”

Yeah, we didn’t go the engagement ring route either. I made more than enough money to spring for one, and I’m not a cheap person by any stretch of the imagination, but we got engaged very spontaneously, and there literally wasn’t enough time in our courtship for ring-shopping. We talked about whether my wife wanted…

Yup. Apricot looked like the asshole.

Yeah, the only time I ever have Hawaiian Punch is at the movie theater. I smuggle in a disturbing amount of vodka, stomach just enough of the Punch in its unadulterated form to make some room in the cup, and then pour in enough vodka to make my body the staging ground for a Cirrhosis v. Diabetes title fight.

Actually, it’s almost a cliche at this point that the spouses of rich folks will routinely start a side business to while away their ridiculous surplus of free time. The motivations vary, but it’s generally a mixture of not wanting to look like a worthless layabout (without actually doing something hard or enduring…

On the one hand, I do wish that more disabled roles went to disabled actors. On the other, we all know that there will come a time in every narrative about a disabled person when he/she will have to get out of that wheelchair and run around as a giant blue alien cat-person for the remaining 80% of the story....

More disturbing than the slut-shaming is the fact that this woman apparently looks at something she’s about to eat and thinks, “Mmm....My daughters’ vaginas...”

I want to see more use of that GIF under these types of articles.

I alternate between standard and wide-grip push-ups, almost always one-legged.

Yeah, I’ve been using Camscanner (iOS) for a couple years now (upgraded to the paid version to ditch the watermarks), and I’ve found that to be the best of the ones I’ve tried.

I’ve probably shot some version of most everything a reasonable human being would ever want to try shooting: revolvers, pistols, hunting rifles, shotguns, assault rifles, machine guns, etc...

When it comes to conveying who you are to someone else, show, don’t tell. Don’t talk about how you’re a nice person. Be a nice person, and let people come to that conclusion themselves. Don’t assure people you’re a hard worker. Just work hard and let your actions and results speak for themselves. There are obviously…

A quick call to a lawyer friend cleared up any remaining questions I had: as long as I wasn’t lying in the review, the owner had no cause to file a suit against me.

Just out of curiosity, does it say anywhere that they’re real/natural? I didn’t catch that anywhere in the article, and her Facebook post doesn’t seem to include any “I can’t help it, they just grew this way” language. From looking at the pictures (and having a ton of friends with store-bought cleavage, as well as…

I think that tends to be the case for any “sexy party” that doesn’t enforce a strict no-single-men policy. I don’t know if the party you attended was intended to be an orgy at the outset, but the guest list of every party I’ve ever attended (or thrown) where the explicit or implied intention was that everyone would…