They’re really stepping up their game for Puppy Bowl X. There won’t be a mass wedding officiated by Queen Latifah (as far as I know), but there will be aerial coverage done by some sort of fluffy rodents, penguin cheerleaders and a half-time performance by Keyboard Cat!
You can check out the in this gallery and pick your favorite pooches. I feel like Alvin the Poodle has that MCP (Most Cuddlable Puppy) look about him. I guess we’ll just have to wait until game day and see who takes the title. Check out a preview of all the growling, scampering and sportsmanship ahead, after the jump! [Animal Planet] Keep reading »
So you’ve finally found The One (or at least The One For The Foreseeable Future) and you’ve committed to a serious relationship. Now what? In our new weekly column, Life After Dating, we’ll discuss the unique joys and challenges of coupledom.
As I’ve mentioned before, there are many things that I miss about being single, for instance, watching “Rupaul’s Drag Race” and “America’s Next Top Model” whenever I felt like it, waking up at 7AM and running errands, and sitting down to a gourmet salad for one. But one thing I didn’t realize until I was no longer single, was that when you’re on your own for long stretches of time, you drop into a strange zone where it’s just you, yourself, and you. Another single friend of mine once confessed to me that she had invented “an imaginary dog” that she regularly “fed leftovers from dinner” and I nodded, as if it were a completely normal thing to do. The fact is, when you’re lonely, companionship, even in seemingly insane forms, is what keeps you sane. It’s not until you have another person to witness you, say, asking your houseplants how they’re feeling today, that you get your first whiff of, “Oh, wow, that’s a little bit crazy, huh?”
Here are a few of the things that I did when I was single that I’ve surmised, due to my partner’s frequent side-eye glances, are rather strange… Keep reading »
I was traveling last night, so I missed most of the Grammys. I tuned in for about four minutes, in which I caught 34 couples getting married by Queen Latifah. It was like one of those strange, “Wizard of Oz”-type dreams that would be hard to explain: “It was the Grammys and Madonna was there and Macklemore and it was a giant wedding!”
Yeah right. But really. That happened. The Grammys went there. And it was pretty amazing. Keep reading »
I’m heavily focused on dessert right now because the chocolate-addicted part of me needed to go on a refined sugar cleanse. It’s been 24 days and yes, I have been having involved dreams about eating massive bowls of ice cream. Any way you spin it, in real life, eating an entire pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chubby Hubby in a sitting is not “good for your body.” But according to new research commissioned by — surprise! — a UK dessert company, dessert is “good for your family.”
“This study identified that occasionally eating a dessert is producing a blip of happiness which is positively affecting families’ mood, influencing how families are interacting with each other, and is creating happy memories,” explained psychologist Professor Geoffrey Beattie. If this is true, why are big, family holidays, which always include dessert, so fraught with dysfunction? Suspicious. [Daily Mail UK]
Getting to the heart of why I continue to be riveted by TLC’s “My Strange Addiction” (I know I said I would take a break after the dirty diaper sucker, but I just can’t!), it makes me ask questions I otherwise would never think to wonder about.
And I do have many questions after seeing the latest episode featuring 48-year-old Cat, a woman who is in a relationship with a plastic doll named Volo.
“He’s my best friend, he’s my soul mate. Some people meditate, some people take Xanax, I have Volo,” explains Cat. A very bold assertion indeed. Keep reading »
In what may be the best police report of all time, Pennsylvania State Police Trooper Brad Jordan attempted to describe an incident which transpired on an Armstrong County Township school bus. His exceptionally penned report read:
“Both the victim and the accused were riding school bus. The accused expelled wind from the vulva during coitus while at the back of the bus. The victim began to laugh and chuckled at the accused for her actions. The accused approached the victim and elbowed him in the testicles. Accused was cited for harassment.”
Let me translate for you: An unidentified 18-year-old girl was having sex (hopefully with a boy of legal age) in the back of the school bus, when she queefed very loudly. A 13-year-old goon riding the bus started giggling at the queef (can you blame him?) and the the girl elbowed him in the balls.
The tragic part: She’s 18 and still has to ride the bus. The even more tragic part: She will forever be known as the school bus queefer. [Liberty Unyielding]
You might think your vagina is fit as a fiddle, but sex and relationships coach, Kim Anami, makes the case for putting the old girl on a weight lifting regime. If you’re not convinced that pumping your punani up is important, please watch her video, which enumerates the many reasons why you should attach a kettle bell to your cooter right this instant. So, you can use your vadge to do party tricks, open pickle jars and save lives. But no, really. Vaginal prolapse. [YouTube]