Pêché. No chicken. Plenty of booze.

Pêché. No chicken. Plenty of booze.

According to your formula I'm getting married tomorrow. I guess I need to buy a dress.

Beer volcano evokes an image of warm beer. Which to me, honestly, sounds like a special kind of hell.

Amazing. How did you do this? I must know.

I love this. And I love that it contradicts the myth that we only ever find one real love.

It's great! All the joy of more athletic positions, but with super comfy pillows to support you.

Swap House of Cards for Doctor Who and end the night with couch sex; you have my dream date. Unfortunately, we both have roommates, so this will not happen.

That knotty pine line was my favorite part of the whole episode.

Math. I find men talking about math unbelievably erotic.

It has pockets!

If my mother is to be believed then any of those are on par with telling a person to cram it up their ass.