Another day, another photo blog angling for a book deal: Babies With Laser Eyes. I would love, love, love to know what these people do for a living that allows them to Photoshop lasers coming out of baby heads all day. [Babies With Laser Eyes] Keep reading »
If you are so old that having sex could stop your heart, you probably shouldn’t be doing it. Unfortunately, that isn’t stopping old geezers from hitting up brothels in Lugano, Switzerland, and … dying after sexytime. Recently, after poppin’ some pills to help him get it up and getting wild, an old guy’s heart stopped. Sounds crazy, but so many dudes are dying or coming close to it during or after hardcore sex with prostitutes that brothel owners in this picturesque Swiss town are going to stock their joints with defibrillators. Apparently, administering electric shock is becoming, “increasingly quick and easy for the lay person to use.” Maybe prostitutes aren’t the only ones who should have to pass a health exam before getting down and dirty? [Telegraph UK] Keep reading »
This doll is all sorts of wrong. Because hair removal is such a big topic on the minds of little kids, you can shave this dolly’s armpits and pubes. Also, apparently the doll has issues with calf hair? Weird. [BuzzFeed] Keep reading »
We here at The Frisky live for celeb gossip, chocolate, and your comments. What can we say? You crack us up! Each week we’re going to shout out to our smart, sexy, and incisive readers, who aren’t afraid to talk smack on the internet. And you can get in on the action too. Tell us your favorite comments of the week below. Keep reading »
Tonight, when you turn on the Olympics and watch the ice dancing competition, you’ll see couples look lustily at one another as they dance the tango. Some of these pairs, however, are siblings. Of the 23 ice-dancing teams competing in the Olympics, four are brother-sister duos. Ick.
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Crystal Gail Mangum really knows how to stir up trouble. In case you don’t remember her, she is the stripper who falsely accused three Duke lacrosse players of rape back in 2006. Yeah … rape is not really the kind of thing to lie about. The case caused such a stir that the Durham District Attorney lost his job over it. Apparently Crystal didn’t learn her lesson, because she is in trouble with the law yet again. And this time it’s for the attempted murder of her boyfriend. Keep reading »
Last night, while watching the women’s halfpipe finals, we noticed a strange phenomenon: Each competitor had a distinct pre-run ritual. American Kelly Clark’s, however, stood out. Before each of her two tries, she put her iPod on a particular song and sang along to it. Kelly’s personal karaoke session helped her win the bronze metal. Can you figure out what song she’s singing along to? We did some sleuthing and found the tune. Keep reading to take a listen. Keep reading »
As you know, we’re obsessed with the new Old Spice commercial, so even though the video above is almost 20 minutes long, we watched this entire thing. In it, the guys at ad agency Wieden + Kennedy explain to Leo Laporte of ChiefTWit how the commercial was made. Can you believe it was filmed in one take with minimal use of special effects?!?! [via NOTCOT] Keep reading »
Apparently, school dances have progressed from the days when the girls stood at one side of the gym and the boys stood on the other. Nope, today’s horny little teenagers are freaking and grinding and doing whatever they can at school dances to rub their privates together. How do I know about this problem? Well, I used to be a high school teacher, which meant I was also required to chaperone at least two school dances per year. I taught at an all-girls Catholic school, meaning that freaking was strictly forbidden. The worst part was that as a chaperone I was required to wear a T-shirt that said in big, black block lettering, “NO FREAKING ALLOWED,” and carry a flashlight to shine on teens getting down on the dance floor. This was extremely uncomfortable for me because: A) I’m actually not terribly anti-freaking as long as there is no nudity, harassment, or actual sex; B) I so didn’t want an image of my students getting jiggy on the dance floor burned into my memory; and C) since I looked so young at the time, in the dark most of the boys thought I was a teenage girl attending the dance stag. Once a young dude even grabbed me and started freaking with me when I shined the light on his gyrating pelvis. My female students just stood around chanting my name. Awkward and mortifying.
But it looks like other high schools are cracking down on bumping and grinding, too. And they’re getting pretty creative. Keep reading »