Don’t bother getting out of the pool or trying to bribe anyone to bring you a cold beverage. Just signal your motorized radio control and ask your floating butler to bring it to you. A revelation for truly lazy loungers, this remote control snack and drink float will keep you and your guests fed and hydrated without having to lift a finger. It holds up to five beverages and a bag of chips. I think this would be considered VIP poolside service. [$55, Portchester Beer]
Dear Candice Sortino,
I know you are facing criminal charges for the recent stunt you pulled at the College Baseball World Series in Omaha, Nebraska. When asked why you made a mad dash out on to the field to pinch two baseball players’ butts you responded “Because there were so many people watching and it’s against the rules and you get tackled too.” You rebellious little minx. I know you think that you got “caught up in the moment” and made a mistake, but I, for one disagree.
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In case you were wondering what the old “Beverly Hills, 90210″ gang is up to, Jason Priestly posted this Twitpic of his Kelly Taylor sandwich. “With my old friends at our Old Navy shoot …” he tweeted, without the slightest acknowledgement of Luke Perry’s untoward hand placement. Well, I guess Jennie Garth is single now. Those two can play cup the boob if they want to. But how awkward for Jason.
According to a study done by “The Today Show” and Match.com, one in three single people would give up sex for a year before they would forgo their favorite food. OK, I can kind of understand that. Salted dark chocolate! But here’s the really depressing part. While many of the 4,000 singles polled mentioned steak or chocolate (I concur) as a foods worth sacrificing sex for, there were a slew of sad ass singles who said they would give up sex for SALAD. SALAD. I said SALAD. Unacceptable. Salad is great and all. It’s healthy and satisfying and I eat it almost every day for lunch. But even the most delicious salad in the history of the world does not trump humping. I conducted my own informal poll of ladies here at The Frisky office. After the jump, the things we would actually choose over a year of sex. Hint: NOT SALAD. Keep reading »
I’m not ashamed to admit it. Stock photography inspires me. It’s just that amazing. Sometimes I like to play a game where I find stock photos and make up fake headlines to go along with them. This one is “Dealbreaker: He Didn’t Like Apples.” Click through to see more. And, of course, I invite you to make up your own headlines. It’s really, really fun.
The really crappy thing about being ghosted or suddenly dumped or inexplicably ditched by a guy you were dating is that it leaves the door open for him to contact you in the future. In the meantime, you are forced to fill in the blanks about what went wrong and wonder if you’ll ever find out. After more than 15 years on the dating circuit, I am going to share a nugget with you: You will almost always hear from him again, he who made a not-so-graceful exit from your life. And it will be when you least expect it. Keep reading »