Dear guy who tried to buy a microwave and vacuum at Wal-Mart with a $1 million bill,
Based on your shopping list, I can see you appreciate cleanliness and efficiency–you want to defrost your chicken breasts in 3 minutes and keep your carpets dustmite-free. That’s commendable. But it was the way tried to… More »
I would like to take a moment to express my admiration for 28-year-old Colin Hagendorf, the dude who ate slices of cheese from 362 Manhattan pizza joints and blogged about each and every one. Even after his daunting endeavor to do a thorough taste investigation of the state of affairs of the NYC pizza scene… More »
First off, how was your Thanksgiving? Mine was pretty great. Over the holiday weekend, I spent some quality time catching up on episodes of my fave TV shows that I managed to miss, including “My Strange Addiction.” And that’s how I came to know you and decided that you would make… More »
Meth, it’s a hell of drug. In the case of meth user and potential new boyfriend candidate Henry Arnibal, the drug caused him to kill, skin and eat a bobcat. It’s unclear whether Arnibal actually bothered cooking the bobcat meat before eating it (who has the time, really, when you’re busy doing meth?), but it’s… More »
Dear guy holding this purrrrfectly wonderful sign featuring a fluffy Persian cat without health insurance,
I know we already agree on two things: Politics and kittttttttehs. Let’s date.
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Dear Banana Sweater Boyfriend,
Look, I already know we’re going to get along. After all, we both like garish Cosby sweaters, and bananas. What more do you need to form the basis to a solid relationship?
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Dave Salmoni sounds like he’s Canadian, handles baby animals and has a degree in BEARS. Yeah, that’s what I said, a degree in BEARS. This guy knows everything about bears, and can even hold a baby grizzly bear on his lap. Let’s date, Dave Salmoni; I promise I won’t bite nearly as hard as… More »
Dear Potential Boyfriend: Your an innovator, a restless soul, a man whose creativity couldn’t be expressed merely via piercings and “666” tattoos. No, no, you needed something more. You craved a greater tool for self-expression and body modification. So you went for facial implants — several of them! — to give your face an unsettling… More »
After the jump, three reasons why me and a dribble bib wearer should date. … More »
Hey there, Niko Alm. I really love that you were so adamant about wearing a spaghetti strainer in your driver’s license photo that you fought for three years to obtain the right. You even claimed to be a follower of “Pastafarianism,” and submitted to a mental health test to make sure that you were competent… More »