Let's examine "funny" T-shirts that will guarantee you never get laid. Just look at the below example; you'll never get laid wearing a T-shirt with th...
It's not that I can't get a date. It's just that... I can't get a date.
The hardest part about internet dating is keeping the names straight and also the part where we all die alone. Sometimes it's just easier to go out with someone you meet in the real world, which brings me to the subject of Hot Guy.
I used to give guitar lessons to little kids. One day my six-year old student Sam brought the lesson to a dead halt to ask me a pressing guitar-related question. He asked, "Would you rather have an ice cream cone for a hand... or a slice of pizza for a foot?"
You know it's a friendship you should keep when you show up to her house 25 minutes late, toss the contents of your purse all over her sparkling clean table and announce "WAX IT ON THE COUNT OF THREE!" and she obeys.
There was a dad alone with his infant daughter and pushing a primary-colored stroller, just the two of them enjoying a stroll in the fresh air, a modern man and his wee lass! I thought it beautiful. Until I opened my mouth.
Japan is the ultimate travel destination for cat enthusiasts and Hello Kitty just the beginning.
They say kids say the darndest things. But my belief is that it's 75-year-old parents who have just discovered a new movie who really blurt out classic nuggets of truth (hell, just look at Shit My Dad Says).
Sure, I have real insight, as I am also the senior editor for an online social media magazine, but I won't be giving you any of it, so just stop reading right here and save others from reading your comments about how I "mislead you and then wasted your valuable time."
If you don't know, the pending letters are not the end of the journey. They're only round one assignments.They're allegedly based on the preferences expressed by the parents, but legend holds that schools are assigned by magic 8-ball.
"Plenty of Catfish" is the new online dating site that brings attractive, imaginary women to lonely, gullible, horny men with large bank accounts -- you know, Manti T'eo style!
What on Earth could this possibly mean?
I know what you're thinking. Something like "This is even worse than Seth MacFarlane's boobs song" or "This song literally dehumanizes the poor by turning them into kittens, fondled for the amusement of juvenile musicians." And you're right.
Sometimes, I have a day. You know. One of THOSE days. Where the hours fly past at a whirlwind pace and by the time the dust settles, I can't even believe everything that's happened and that DAMN, this parenting schtick is hard.
I started wondering what other skills I could find listed on LinkedIn if something as basic and universal as happiness wasn't available.
The other day, my son looked at me with those same wide eyes that once asked, "Mommy, when I'm older will you marry me?" and asked, "Mom, I'm getting older, doesn't that mean I should start wearing Hollister?"