This Sunday brings the Super Bowl. Why should you care as a gay person? Why should you watch? Here's the deal. (Some generalizations will follow. And some X-rated suggestions. And yes, I'm skipping Madonna entirely in this equation, to truly make a valid case.)
That was the real deal-breaker. My professor required us to go on a court visit, and when I arrived to find no sign of any cast member from Law & Order, the red flags went up.
It's been more exciting than a zip-line over crocodile infested streams watching the Republican Reality TV show currently playing across the nation.
"Fame" used to be fused with "respect" in some ways. That's what distinguished it from infamy. But not anymore.
Imagine sipping a latte at your local coffee shop, and some crazy dude in the rest room throws open the door and hollers for more toilet paper. He's perched on the bowl, hairy legs spread apart. What would you do?
First, for the candidates themselves: Don't say anything between now and the next debate. When was the last time a candidate said something outside of a debate that actually made him look good?
Consider the many ways you need to check in with your social network and the all-seeing, almost totalitarian power of the text message. Yes, communication is all-but-instant, but so is observation.
When it comes to the Golden Collar Awards race, how could not only Puss, but all felines, be shut out? Cats wear collars too.
Imagine a dreamworld where a potion can get millions to watch Undercover Boss. What if I told you that potion exists? It's called a Super Bowl lead-out show, and it works on everything.
Former candidates Mitt Romney and Newt Gingrich watched, crest-fallen, from their respective hotel suites as Bush declared victory without ever being a formal candidate himself.
I was voted most likely to succeed in ninth grade. Now, I don't want to be excessively self-deprecating and assert that it's been all down hill since, but I think it's fair to say that a jury of 14-year-old peers may not have anticipated the curve ball that motherhood would throw me.
Canterbury, known to some as Obi-Wan Canternobi, must have witnessed some sort of horrible crime at a Toys "R" Us store, because he did what any honorable Jedi would do and acted to stop it -- unsheathing both of his deadly lightsabers and attacking three would-be perpetrators.
"Those are the numbers we're looking for," Gladson continued, "and some day, thanks to the strides that Komen For The Cure has taken today towards providing breast cancer care for only the most desirable candidates, we'll get there."
Sarah Palin has taken it upon herself to defend Newt Gingrich from all the mean people who attack him by bringing up his record. Here's actual audio of her on Fox News, animated and annotated.
Through long-term, concerted efforts, beginning with lunch counter sit-ins and hopefully culminating in the coming together of Americans of all stripes, we will combat anti-white, anti-male, and anti-heterosexual sentiment wherever we find it.
From bad father-daughter photo shoots to questionable extracurricular activities and snap-happy friends, this class will cover Miley's 19-year journey from role model to tabloid teen.
To express my feelings on how the new extra-large cups at Tim Horton's changed have touched me, I did it the only way I know how ... parody style!
Don Ringe, 2012. 3.02
Tom Falco, 2012. 3.02
Will Durst, 2012. 3.02
Davis Schneiderman, 2012. 3.02
Ted McCagg, 2012. 3.02