MY MOM JUST TOLD ME TO CREMATE HER AND PUT HER ASHES IN AN HOUR GLASS SO THAT EVEN AFTER SHE’S DEAD AND GONE SHE CAN CONTINUE TELLING ME HOW MUCH TIME I’M WASTING.
The GQ Advice Lady on why your girlfriend is acting like Zooey Deschanel.
A number of women really do seem to have Etsy-ed themselves into adult-sized six-year-olds. Do you even sense a widespread cultural aversion toward the word “woman” itself? (Ahem, New Girl, 2 Broke Girls.) Two out of every five women I meet run some sort of cutesy “Cupcakes That Look Like Ryan Gosling” Tumblr, or are obsessed—and emphatically vocalize said obsession, like “I’m OB-seeeesssed..”—with Twilight, or wear more glitter on their person than Ke$ha’s dirty bedsheets. And it’s somehow fashionable for grown ladies to traipse around town in onesie rompers like bizarre brobdingnagian toddlers. (WHAT IS THAT? STOP IT.) I also recall a popular women’s blog up until this year ran a regular shopping feature called “How to Spend Your Weekly Allowance.” Uh, ladies: If it doesn’t come from your parents in exchange for making your bed, it is called a salary. Oy.
The BBC: 10 actors, 12 props, and the budget’s so small that one of the shows is all filmed inside a dude’s eye.
These photos were made possible by CSI’s image technology:
I found this too amusing
I almost choked on a carrot
late night pondering due to seeing a commercial for insanity:
Why is it that if a girl works out, her boobs get smaller.
But when a guy works out, his boobs get bigger.
And when a girl gets fat, her boobs get bigger.
But when a guy gets fat, his boobs get bigger.
What is up with that?