The boob tip of the day comes to us straight from a woman in San Francisco. When an argument over a parking spot in the Haight district escalated, the woman intentionally rammed her car into the man’s who would not let her have the parking spot. The woman, who was wearing a super, low-cut dress, drove away, leaving the man to deal with the accident. The victim remembered nothing. He didn’t know what kind of car she was driving, the license plate number or even what the woman looked like. He was, however, “able to give a detailed description of the suspect’s cleavage,” said the police. This is so good to know. When in doubt, use your boobs to detract from your bad behavior. I’m sure the victim will have plenty of fun picking boobs out of a police lineup. [Hypervocal] [Cleavage photo from Shutterstock]
You know you’ve done it right if your sheets are ripped off the bed, if you’re covered in edible chocolate and lube, sweat running down your chest, and the neighbors are pounding on the wall for you to shut up. Messy sex is good. Cleaning up after can be a buzzkill. We want you to go for it. Be uninhibited. Don’t let the anxiety of post-sex cleanup keep you from going all out in bed. Have your messy sex, but know how to clean up when you’re done. Here are some tips for tidying up after getting down.
Holy double standard, Batman!
Our fellow ladyblog Jezebel has an exclusive today about a 16-year-old Catholic school student in Fairfax, Virginia, who sexted a photo to two lacrosse players at the school, who then shared it with the rest of their team. The girl has been kicked out of school. Everyone on the lacrosse team, including the boy(s) who shared the sext, are still enrolled.
You can read the whole story at Jezebel, but the shorter version of the story is that 16-year-old Alexis, who manages the Paul VI Catholic High School lacrosse team, texted a topless picture of herself to her friend, a lacrosse player, on a dare. Together, they laughed about it and group-texted the sext to a second lacrosse player. They all thought they were just joking around, but then one of the boys — it’s not clear exactly who — then shared the sext with the whole lacrosse team. You know, like a tit-pic expediting service. Keep reading »
Claire Smedley’s 70 lb. boobs are the biggest in Britain. Currently a size 40MMM, her “big bubbaloobas” are still growing.
As you can imagine, her gargantuan boobs have caused her some issues. The 30-year-old erotic model says she nearly smothered her last boyfriend to death with her chest and she’s frightened she’s going to do the same to her current partner, Chris. Keep reading »
Jörg Sprave of The Slingshot Cannel took the Bill Gates’ Next Generation Condom Challenge and came up with this condom applicator slingshot gun. I don’t have a penis, but I think if I did, this method of condom application would scare the crap out of me. On a more positive note, I really enjoyed Jörg’s salutation to the Gates’: “Dear Mr. and Mrs. Gates, nothing fascinates male human beings more than guns and sex.” [Laughing Squid]
It’s Spring Cleaning Week here at The Frisky and we’ve shown you how to clean your makeup brushes, organize your beauty products, edit up your DVR queue, and even fix some cocktails that will make scrubbing your bathtub more bearable. (Do we know our readers or do we know our readers?)
But screw all that. I’m honestly not cleaning up squat unless my mom is coming to visit and then maaaaaybe I’ll put things in stacks and piles and spray scary chemicals all around the bathroom. What I’m more interested in is cleaning the area of my apartment that gets most of its traffic between 10 p.m. and 11 p.m. at night. How do I clean my vibrator? None of my condoms have expired right? (Not that I have lots of unused condoms around … no siree … I use all of them, like, all the time … )
How to spring clean your goodie drawer, or “Spring Cleaning For Sluts!”, after the jump: Keep reading »
You probably weren’t considering putting an eel up your ass today. But just in case you were, please let this terrible eel-in-anus tale dissuade you from doing such a thing. And if eel-in-anus tales are the kind of things that make you feel uncomfy, you probably should stop reading now because I’m going to regale you with all the deets, gory enough to make Richard Gere and his gerbil ass blush. Keep reading »
Hello there. I’ve spent a good portion of my morning trying to learn all there is to know about Pad Gardner, the guy who is trying to become a pink, disposable maxi pad. To quote Pad’s Tumblr “About Me” section:
“I am a guy that is becoming a pink disposable feminine pad, and later on I will be pressed against a soft vulva for a woman’s period … I have wanted to become a pad since I was 10 years old.”
In my stalking of Pad, I’ve grown quite fond of him. Not fond enough to let him be my pink, Kotex overnight maxi pad, but still, pretty damn fond. After the jump, I’d like to share everything I’ve learned about Pad and I hope you will grow to adore him the way I have. Keep reading »