We’re deep in the sweaty recesses of campaign season, which means our inboxes are constantly crammed with desperate…
Star Wars: It’s not just for boys anymore! (Of course, it was never just for boys.)
This was 1998, so I was 19, right in that prime age of being an asshole. Every year my mom and I, not having any family in the area, trudged all the way to suburban D.C., where my cousins lived. Right before dinner my cousins told me that there wasn’t any more room at the adults table and that I had to sit at the kids…
While back on break from college, I went out on the annual Black Wednesday barcrawl and don’t recall leaving the bars. I woke up at 7am on my family room floor in a bathing suit. Apparently, I had come home at 2am, kicked in my little sister’s door and tried to sleep in her bed. I was coerced out of room by my mother,…
The puerile, nightmarish clown car of Republican presidential candidates has been choking on the sour, stale fumes…
Hell, I think I’d like to try out some of these tools on certain family and friends after certain major political and/or world events. Just for a week or so. Like this week, for example.
This is what happens when you use the turn signal in a BMW.
That looks like Ace and Gareys penis mobile.
Missed opportunity to also mention the fact that among the top winners of each site are employees of the other sites who have insider access to users’ data.
Woof. Right? Tell ‘em. Woof.
Bark, they are dogs.
I loved, *loved*, the wolf metaphor.