apartments
My bath towels smell like shallots.
aging
I’m ready for you, 30. Throw all the Merino wool sweaters and New York Times Real Estate sections you want to at me! You’ll never win!
american apparel
Sometimes I go on to underwear sites and make up elaborate personal histories for the models. Just like Mark Twain did.
bill hicks
The second time, you were a little more confident, a little more adventurous, and a lot more capable of processing your surroundings and committing them to memory.
bret michaels
Then an angel, a fallen angel, spoke: “I can get you backstage to meet Poison.”
abba
One girl's (fictional) search for her father made me ruminate on my own. Or lack thereof. Because I'm so lazy!
humor
The first thing you probably want to know is, Hey, Julieanne, why do you have a penis enlarger? Well, I have a question for you: why do you NOT have a penis enlarger?
eliot and jackie
Can you determine which inspirational tchotchkes are real and which ones Jackie and Eliot dreamed up on craft glue?
humor
The story behind (and a rededication to) the "Hot Babes with Giant Pinecones" Flickr group.
crying
Yes, women are funny, and no, I can't talk about it.
humor
My would-be assailant wore a zebra-print G-string and was scared off by my infected back molar. And that's not supposed to be funny?