Cuervo doesn’t deserve to be called tequila.

You reach into a toilet and you think standing to wipe is disgusting?

The NYC train story deserves a Pulitzer.

Indian wedding one: at one point she calls him her husband, and at another she calls herself his girlfriend. I know I'm likely an asshole, but this drives me insane. WHICH IS IT?

I was out one night with some buddies when a couple of girls walk in the bar. My friend decides he wants to pursue on of the ladies and I agreed to wingman with the other one. Neither one was bad looking and they agreed to let us buy them shots. They chose Tequila, I’ll tell you right now, Tequila does not settle well…

Sure he deserved some head...

I’ve edited this story in my mind so the mom fucks him in the Country squire at the train station.

Dear Penthouse Forum,

I’m glad I only skimmed this one. This is one of those stories that is told in a bar and goes like this:

I want you to know, that I DID listen to Radar Love as instructed, at the right time. It made this fantastic article that much better. Thank you for this.

I used to make sweet love to the girl who was dressed as Cinderella at Disney (one of the four Cinderellas). Before you ask, quite obviously I made her wear her outfit.

Sometimes Silver Man went to dark places.

Imagining that pit bull with lipstick

I think she’s a horrible public speaker, especially when not receiving lots and lots of coaching. I wouldn’t necessarily leap to the conclusion of brain injury or stroke.

The guy squatting in the Smith machine is still more embarrassing.

It’s her! She’s pregnant!

“Any NFL Club that signs on to this proposal,” the application says, “will be well on the road to financial ruin, and the League will be harmed.”

“Wow, what is in that cup?” Anderson asked quietly.

Well, can he?

Try clicking the number below the star rather than the star itself.