I suspect National Go Topless Day on August 26 will be celebrated the usual way people celebrate things like National Go Topless Day, which is that the only people who will go topless will be those you would rather keep their shirts on. But if you live in Washington, DC., Seattle, Miami, Columbus, Asheville, Honolulu, Chicago, or other cities hosting an event, it’s time to keep a bottle of bleach handy for your eyes because there’s a National Go Topless Day rally coming to your city. (The official website helpfully shows you locations via a BoobMap with icons of boobies serving as pins. Seriously.) Keep reading »
I like to think I love animals as much as the next gal, but to be honest, a lot of them scare the shit out of me. And I hate to admit it, but my fear is often based purely on looks. I am so shallow. For example, I think bears, which could kill me with just one swipe of their paw, are adorable — I just want to cuddle them! But an Aye-Aye, despite being totally harmless, sends horrified shivers down my spine. That’s why this slideshow is made up of the scariest-looking animals in the world, not necessarily the most fearsome. I’m so terrified of these 12 animals, I am actually angry about it. You’ve been warned.
This guy! This guy! Okay, so he doesn’t look much like Bryan Cranston, but I don’t know — when you’re a meth dealer named Walter White, maybe it’s just about living out your destiny. White was busted for meth manufacturing in Alabama because of course. No word on if he’s got a wife named Skylar and a business partner named Pinkman. [Buzzfeed]
The world needs more blogs pairing pictures of donuts with literary quotes, I always say. As I Lay Frying — Faulkner joke! — is just what us biblio-donut-philes need. [As I Lay Frying]
Dear Drunk Tourist,
You sauntered up to the Rome airport’s international terminal with a backpack and a can of beer, ready to check in for your flight. When no one showed up to help you (God, customer service these days!), you jumped over the counter and snuggled up on the baggage belt for a quick nap. This would have been a totally reasonable plan, except that baggage belt started moving, taking you deep into the secure mazes of conveyor belts within the airport while you snoozed contentedly. Who knows how far you would have gone or which corner of the world you would have been shipped to if security guards hadn’t spotted you on their x-ray monitors and plucked you out of your drunk suitcase dreams.
Listen dude, I’m not sure if it’s your laissez-faire attitude or the fact that the x-ray scan of you looks like an ultrasound photo of an adult man-baby, but I’m intrigued. What do you say next time you let me buy you a beer and we take a nap together?