It’s almost Christmas, with less than two weeks left in 2011, and I am feeling very grateful. Thankful for my friends, my family, the Frisky community, and, perhaps most important, the plethora of fine ass, rockin’ abs, bountiful titties, and full-frontal dudes that have graced the screen this year. Here are my pics for the best topless, bottomless, and totally nekkid scenes of 2011.
Call me a Grinch, but I’ve never really celebrated New Year’s Eve. It’s freezing cold, it’s all about drinking (which means other people barfing and fighting), it involves staying up until the wee hours of the morning, and sometimes your crazy-ass friends expect you to shell out $250 for some stupid club. No thanks! I usually stay home on New Year’s Eve or briefly attend whatever party is closest to my place.
I suspect I’m not the only homebody out there, though, because now is the time of year when I hear people bitching about how ritzy New Year’s Eve plans (usually planned by someone else!) are making them go broke. In the spirit of not starting off 2012 with credit card debt, here’s some tips on how to plan your own low-key New Year’s Eve party that doesn’t suck: Keep reading »
One of the most important reasons to watch copious amounts of reality TV is to learn vicariously from your favorite characters. I watch so I can determine how not to live my life. Or, very rarely, how to. Click on through to see some valuable lessons learned from reality TV in 2011.
There are so many ways to measure a year. As the musical “Rent” asks, how do you measure in 525,600 minutes? In daylights? In sunsets? In midnights? In cups of coffee? I prefer to measure it in farts. As it turns out, 2011 was a good year for gas. Click through to recall some of the best fart moments of the year.