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It must be really stressful to be a celebrity with all those perks and people catering to your every need all the time. Nonetheless, celebrities are people too, and they get stressed out. Carrie Underwood must be really stressed lately. In fact, she recently admitted to having some uncharacteristically aggressive de-stressing sessions. “If I’m ticked off, I’ll get a punching bag and beat the crap out of it,” Carrie revealed. Yikes. And she looks so sweet and innocent. Carrie, I’m not sure that beating up a punching bag is the most productive way to wind down after a rough day. Maybe she should take a cue from some of her celeb counterparts? After the jump, some other celebrities’ stress relievers of choice. [NY Daily News]
We’re so glad that author Alan Weider is finding new ways to celebrate the c**k. After the release of his memoir, The Year of the C**k, a tale about the year his ween obsession reeked havoc on his life, Alan decided to keep the penis love growing by sponsoring a penis haiku (phaiku) contest. If you’re a poetry lover like me, then you probably entered the contest. Well … the esteemed judges have voted on their favorite phaikus. I was disappointed to find out that my entry came in sixth place. Boo! But I must admit the winning entries were c**ktastic. After the jump, the winners’ penile musings. May I suggest a vagina haiku (vaiku) contest next, Alan? Keep reading »
I’ll never forget the night that my little brother Adam was born. (That’s us on the left, by the way.) I was 3 years old and spending the night at my best friend’s house. We were lip-syncing our way through the entire “Footloose” soundtrack, when we got a call that my little brother had been born. I ran around the house screaming like a banshee because I couldn’t wait to meet him. My dad picked me up and brought me to the hospital, where I ran into the hospital room to see my mom holding what looked like a human tadpole. “That’s my brother?” I asked disappointed. Ugh.
Hands down, the best thing about working at The Frisky is our amazing readers. We so heart all of your witty, thoughtful, and informative comments—heck, we even appreciate the mean ones. Sometimes, we can’t help but wonder about the faces behind avatars. After the jump, meet *Sam*, one of our most prolific commenters. Keep reading »
I felt really awful for this guy who wrote to Chicago Sun Times columnist Cheryl Lavin looking for help. Basic gist of his letter? He’s a 35-year-old virgin who just wants to “get the monkey off his back.” Fine if it’s a religious or moral choice, but sadly for this dude, it is not. So what did Cheryl suggest for this sexless man?
“I have a feeling your unhappiness over your virginity is inhibiting you with woman. What if you went at it the other way? What if you lost your virginity first, then tried to have a connection with a woman? Your whole personality on a date might blossom. Prostitution is legal in some counties in Nevada. And even where it’s illegal, it’s widespread.”
If you saw “I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant” on TLC, you probably can’t stop wondering how it is possible for a woman not to know she’s pregnant and then slip into a bathroom stall and drop one out? It just seems so incomprehensible to me. How could you miss all of the signs—like the 20 pounds of weight gain in your belly or no period for nine months? Not so subtle, people. In Chile an Olympic weightlifter, Elizabeth Poblete, was in the gym training for a competition when she felt a little bit sick. Wait for it … then she picked up a dumbbell and popped out a baby boy. Surprise! Keep reading »
How weird is it to think that there is someone out there in the world who looks exactly like you? Freaky, right? But what if you were able to see your doppelganger’s face and know her name? Well, get ready to see double because Coke Zero has a new program called Facial Profiler that uses Facebook to find your long-lost twin and even gives you the opportunity to contact her. It picks out pictures from your Facebook profile or you can upload them via webcam and find your face match. So I tried this crazy thingy and discovered that I do indeed have a double. My doppleganger’s name is Lauryn Stone and she’s a 79 percent match. Should I contact her? What do I say? “How does it feel to be so hot?” [Coca Cola Zero] Keep reading »
What’s more important to you: your shoe collection or your dude collection? Survey says … shoes! A new study proves that Carrie Bradshaw was right to worship her Manolos because shoes are way more important to us ladies than men are. The shocking stats say that 92 percent of women remember the first pair of shoes they purchased with their own money while only 63 percent remember the name of the first dude they kissed. And even more insulting for the gentlemen … 96 percent of women regret throwing out a pair of shoes while just 15 percent feel sorry for dumping a boyfriend. I must be in the slim minority here, because I have no recollection of my first pair of shoes but I could never forget my first kiss with Jeremy. Dreamy.
And PS: Of course we don’t regret dumping a bad news dude. Good riddance. Maybe I’ve just never owned the right pair of shoes or something, but this study seems insulting to me. How about you? Are shoes really more important to you than men? [Daily Mail] Keep reading »
I should be offended by this, but I am laughing too hard. This Babelgum video is a parody of the “making of” a fictional Disney movie, “Rachel and the Dragon.” The film features Disney’s first ever-Jewish American Princess, Rachel, played by Sarah Silverman. Her supporting cast? All members of the tribe, of course. Seth Rogen as Prince Joshua, Fran Drescher as the Fairy God-Yenta, and Larry David and Mel Brooks as her minature yorkies, Dolce and Gabbana. Who will play the dragon? I vote for Ben Stiller. After the watching the video, I kind of think this would make an amazing animated film and, of course, do wonders to dispel the myth that Disney is anti-Semetic. [BuzzFeed] Keep reading »
We probably could have predicted this, but Tara Reid has finally decided to pose for Playboy. Her reasoning behind doing the cover and a spread in the January issue? She wants us to know that her botched plastic body is fixed! Tara likened her bad plastic surgery to a broken bone. “I mean, it’s like breaking your arm,” she says. “I broke my arm and everyone knew about it, and then I got it fixed. And now my arm looks great! I think no-one really wanted to think I got fixed, or that I’m better, but I am and everything in my life is better now.” Great extended metaphor, Tara! Keep reading »