Parents and technology are like oil and water: they just don’t mix. One teen named Brendan hilariously capitalized on this truth in order to get his parents to (inadvertently) agree with, well, whatever he texted them.
This is a public service announcement: Taylor Swift farted on live TV and everybody knows it. Last night, at the VMAs, Taylor was excitedly announcing the debut of her “Wildest Dreams” music video during a live interview.
His Instagram page is filled with pictures of his ‘famous friends,’ but Jon Burgerman is just like you and me.
I guess that whole massive-data-hack thing doesn’t matter to these ladies. The ladies I speak of, of course, are the 87,596 women who joined cheating website Ashley Madison just last week alone.
Bigger isn’t always better. Just ask Roberto Esquivel Cabrera, the not-so-proud owner of likely the world’s largest penis.
For most of us, it was just an average summer day. But for journalist Paul Daugherty, June 27 was so much more than that.
When you’re so Vine famous, and you’ve been staging outrageous stunts for years, keeping things fresh and sassy AF is tough.
I had an interesting thought last night. Ok, yes, it could have been because of my medium-to-heavy drinking.
The McWhopper may now be one annoying pipe dream, but a Burger King-Denny’s partnership could serve as this country’s fast food mashup silver medal.
Usually when I’m tasked with writing about a person texting the wrong number, the story always ends with the person trolling the living sh*t out of the person who made the mistake.
At first glance, the newly-famed hashtag, #SquadGoals, may seem cute and innocuous. What’s so dangerous about Taylor Swift and her pack of celebrity Fembots, squeezing and kissing the life out of each other on stage?
I’ve always felt I learned more in my one semester studying abroad than I did over the course of the other seven combined.
The instinct to leave career stress behind and travel the world is one many don’t follow out of fear of the unknown.
In the summer of 1993, there was no better soundtrack to my life than Dr. Dre’s The Chronic. It didn’t matter that I was a geeky girl with braces who dreamed of one day becoming a writer; “Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang” was my sh*t.
A Taiwanese student wants to turn your love life into an X-rated produce section at your local naughty ShopRite.
We’ve all been her or know her. She’s the girl who can’t enjoy a girls-only brunch date without bringing up her ex’s favorite dish on the menu or recalling that one time they dined at this exact spot for date night.
“A change of scenery will do you good.” This advice has been both the most helpful and the most misleading I’ve ever heard.
Russell Wilson is an extremely blessed man to be dating Ciara. He’s also an extremely sick man since they allegedly decided to practice abstinence up until marriage, or some sh*t.
Don’t get me wrong; I love drama. I live for it; it entertains me, and it keeps me on my toes. What I don’t love is when I’m told which drama I should pay attention to, which drama is going to be foreshadowed throughout the program, and which drama is manufactured.
I spent most of my childhood with a puppy partner in crime by my side. So, I know firsthand there’s no friendship quite like the one between a kid and his or her barking BFF.