High-five, Cosmopolitan magazine, you’ve really outdone yourself this time. For as long as I can remember, you and your pack of underweight, photoshopped, pop-stars have been haunting check out lines and doctor’s offices, but until this weekend, I’ve never taken the bait. 948 more words
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Though, I can assure you, there is nothing remotely magical in this case. All it needs is the careful pull of the right facial muscles, the slight change in the posture (shoulders slumped, stance a little hunched as if defending against the biting cold, a deep frown to indicate a forming headache), and the correct wording in making up a very convincing plea for a sick leave; all those done, and you’re good to go. 947 more words
We Flugs are not very smart sometimes.
My brother and I are guilty of being occasional pepper experimenters who dare to indulge in the odd heat high. 491 more words
I received the recent volume (7) of Until Death Do Us Part 死がふたりを分かつまで (Shi ga Futari o Wakatsu Made) and this bunkobon’s omake by Double S were funny. 48 more words
As a young whippersnapper nothing excited me more in the run-up to Christmas than the advent of Santa appearing down our street on a hastily-assembled sleigh/float, surrounded by nubile young female helpers and strobe lighting effects, while the… 1,321 more words