If you’re looking for a gift for that hairy, manly, meat-eating hunk in your life, might we suggest a tub of bacon-scented shaving cream? Sold by bacon-obsessed company J&D Foods (the same people who brought you bacon-flavored lube), Bacon Shaving Cream is a “high end, luxurious bacon-scented shaving cream for all skin types.” It’s apparently formulated with heat-activated technology that releases an extra burst of bacon fragrance when the user’s skin warms up, which means if you shave with it in the morning and then hit the gym later in the day, your face will suddenly smell like a sweaty, sizzling breakfast griddle. Sexy, right? If you want to get in on the bacon-scented action, you better buy it soon: J&D produced only 2,500 jars, and they’re going fast. True bacon lovers, it seems, aren’t put off by the company’s warning that when using this product, one should “prepare to be loved, admired and possibly be eaten by bears.” [J&D Foods via Oddity Central]
I haven’t publicly written about this yet, but … here goes. For quite a while there was a Poop Bandit plaguing the toilets at Frisky HQ. We share a bathroom with many other offices, so it was nearly impossible to identify the bandit without catching her in the act. We never found out who she was. She was stealth. Her Poop Banditry included dropping poopacalypses several times a day, rendering the toilet of her choosing inoperable and clogging up drains with the paper towels (NOT TOILET PAPER, BUT PAPER TOWELS) she used to wipe herself. She seems to have disappeared back from whence she came and the toilets have been fairly quiet, but we will not forget her and the poopstrosity she imposed upon all of us. Keep reading »
Every time in my life that I’ve had the opportunity to use a sleeping bag, I have done two things: 1) lamented its lack of leg holes, and 2) pulled the opening up over my head and realized how sublimely happy I would be if I could live my whole life in a warm, cozy tube of flannel and nylon. Femke Agema, the Dutch designer who created this wonderfully creepy snowsuit, is obviously on the same page, and now I know exactly what I want for Christmas. [Femke Agema via Neatorama]
There’s “overprotective” … and then there’s someone-get-Child-Protective-Services on the phone.
The New York City dad who showed up at his daughter’s high school, swinging a chain and padlock in the air while yelling “Who’s fucking my daughter?!” is the latter. Keep reading »
My college boyfriend believed in Bigfoot all along. He didn’t need scientists’ confirmation or Sasquatch DNA to prove it. But now it looks like we’re about to get definitive proof of the creature’s existence (probably?). So … Bigfoot, you can stop hiding out in random forests for fear of being slain in the name of science and start doing regular homo sapien things like Harry from “Harry and Hendersons” did. Click through for our suggestions. Get out there, dude, and see the world.