A word of caution...the potential side effects of Botox are no joke. They’re rare, but they happen. I developed a high fever and severe muscle aches after my treatment and had pain and pronounced weakness in my legs for a year afterwards. That was it for me and Botox.
(I have a friend, who has a friend who gets lots of…

...they mutter, between bites of caviar and sips of first class champagne.

What the hell is with the ridiculous advice columns lately?

There’s no fish in sushi, either. Sushi literally means sour rice.

“(please forgive me, i’m not sure exactly what the correct way to say this is)“

The correct way to say that is “Another Flight Attendent”

Aisha Jordan and Lifehacker editors, you really should retract this post.

Wow, they really do keep your application on file.

Because your friend has threatened she won’t make you any more if you do. And since her homemade gimbap is frickin’ brilliant, you don’t ;o)

The main issue was having to say, every time, “No, no, I’m telling you, there’s no raw fish in it.”

This isn’t about microplastic but just about bad ideas.

There are plenty of alternatives to a grass lawn other than a giant sheet of plastic.

As they should.

Prepare for a lot of people getting BIG MAD about microplastics.

I would hereby like to be addressed as “King Lord Supreme Supercalifragalisticexpealidoscious Dude of Awesomeness” at all times. Anyone who addresses me differently will be cancelled forever. Thank you.

Uh..I was a virgin until the age of 22. I was a half-Indian young woman with braces , born with one ear a high school full of suburban white pretty blond girls ( ok, brunettes too). Oddly, I never, ever considered annihilation of the students at my school. I occupied myself with going to see foreign films, theatre,…

Is there literally anything of value at all...on route 32?

Yo I know that shitty fucking town, and I know *exactly* which University this shitty-country typa asshole would have targeted in terms of Greek life and relative distance...my fuckin Alma Mater. But I think the incel ain’t do it yet because there’s two things about that University he’da seen on his little scouting…

I bought a beer battered chicken sandwich from a bar today. Far better than fast food and only $4.

‘The accompanying Red Velvet Loaf’ sounds like a horrible side-effect of the pistachio latte....

Anything from a non-chain Mexican take-out joint beats everything in that list.