If there ever were a personal grooming product with a name more hilarifyingly inappropriate-and-misleading-innuendo laden than Nads, I believe we have a winner in the MAXIglide:

I’m not going to say that Thursday, 26 June 2008 holds the current title for “WTFiest 24 Hours of My Earthly Existence,” but it kind of does. I’m not even going to get into the stickiest, most hilarifying bits — as I am a modest and proper lady, one who screams from the mountaintops, “My

And so my illustrious modeling career begins. Give me NEUTRAL! SUPERMODEL, WORK! We are seeking participants of all racial and ethnic backgrounds to have their pictures taken for use in future psychology studies. Participants will make facial expressions of different emotions and have pictures taken for each of them (e.g.,Anger, Surprise, and Happiness). The pictures taken in this study will be

So does Bat Bra officially trump Pelican Neck as “Most Hilarifying News Story of Recent History”? Leave your vote in the comments!

A new contender enters the Battle of Hilarifying Headlines: One Crappy Day: Local Man Irked by Toilet Explosion

It seems that one of you left your Vagisil in the women’s room of the Coffee Tree on Walnut. Just a head’s up! You’re probably looking for that. ETA: Or is this meant for communal use? If so: ew.

And if you’ve seen the epic ‘Cabin Fever’ (starring <3 Rider Strong <3) in its entirety*, you know how truly random and great this point in the movie is, as if the writers collectively held up their hands, and were like: WE GIVE UP: * As I once insisted that Chocolate Brick Cookie should, if only

I’m not sure which I love best: Chocolate Brick Cookie’s email to me, entitled “Where you at, bitches?”, which reads: I’m not a fan of North Carolina’s apparent effect on the amount of time you spend online. Thank you, that will be all. or the accompanying (creepy as always!) Google ads, which suggest that CBC and I might enjoy

Count Chocula brings this notice to my attention. … Alright, so let’s really chop this up; really get a good feel for what the journalist’s all about here, not merely because the topic is “controversial,” or “vaguely hilarifying,” or whatever; I’m compelled to write primarily, due, to, his “odd” use of, “punctuation.” And “words”: The Wichita Police

Now, even though I shamelessly, enthusiastically, watch all manner of Jesus-Christ-is-this-really-happening TV, I’ve held my distance from Dancing With the Stars, Tom Bergeron factor and all. I’ve held my distance, that is, until now … … until they dropped the LEACH BOMB on us! Take that, Gutenberg! Take that, Lance Bass! Take that, wretched Heather Mills! It’s Chloris