Apologies for the delay. I’m new here. But without further ado, allow me to present Willow the collard green-eating capybara. Move over, Dan Ackroyd, Canada’s got a new sweetheart.
Tfw you know full well that you’re getting tagged on Instagram tomorrow morning, but you’re going out anyway. Cara Delevingne is a Saturday night inspiration to us all.
A bulbous 22-pound rock that was used for decades to prop open the door of a Michigan interior has been unmasked as a meteorite, now valued at $100,000.
LONDON, ENGLAND–A combination of the dark arts, monarch worship, and the twisted minds of Madame Tussaud’s House of Horrors has conjured this: a gallery of images of Harry and Meghan on date day, at once both totes adorbs and reminiscent of memento mori.
It’s the dead of August, the slowest week of the slowest month of the annual news cycle, and it’s time to serve you a light blog snack to close out the day. What’s cooking, internet?
Perhaps you’ve noticed all over the internet today that it’s Barack Obama’s birthday, which, in the state of Illinois, is officially “Barack Obama Day” [excuse me while I sob], a day to reaffirm human capacity for empathy and the viability of healthy long-term relationships (just guessing). This prophetic 2006 Oprah…
THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
Comic con comes but a million times a year, and with it, a barrage of in-your-face monster explosion sequences set to soaring classical music. It’s kind of soothing.
Oh England, who delighted America so thoroughly with her eight-month-long wedding blow-out, whose pompous hats we secretly envy but look really really good on her, who wears pantyhose but day drinks, who throws massive shade in the form of a 19-foot-tall balloon and shrugs, who has a birthday party for nana but then…
I’ve been watching a lot of Queer Eye lately and naturally reflecting on the humble Brooklyn apartment which I co-habitate with three people and a cat. I do not own the cat, and like the typical (and IMO ideal) urban roommate setup, we don’t hang out too much, we stick to our own dishes and share an acceptable level…
After hours of idly scrolling through the perfectly symmetrical unblemished butts of Instagram in search of content, the slideshow of World’s Ugliest Dog 2018 contestants revives the spirit and fills the heart with joy. Tonight the tastemakers of the Sonoma-Marin Fair in California will crown a winner, but really, all…
Sometimes truth is just crazier than the deranged scrawlings on the walls of my empty Saturday evening skull.
Starting next month, a group of scientists embarks on a “DNA hunt” into the Loch Ness body of water to retrieve “an extraordinary amount of new knowledge” about “organisms that inhabit Loch Ness.” They have kindly given the project a hook for visionaries such as myself, which is: THE HUNT FOR THE LOCH NESS MONSTER.
In the approximate 2.6 billion years since Harry and Meghan announced their engagement by matching beaded bracelets from their trip to Botswana where they spent five days camping out together above the Boteti River–facts I know–I have learned more about Meghan Markle than I know about my own medical history. I know…
A Jersey bear unrefined in the subtleties of classy eating–he’s from Jersey–smashed into a baker’s car at approx. 2 AM on Thursday morning, ate 24 cupcakes, and left a big huge bear-shaped paw print behind, conveying a clear message to the cupcakes’ owner: “EYYYYY GOTTA PROBLEM BUDDY???” NewJersey.com reports.
Yesterday, the much-anticipated Ruth Bader Ginsburg documentary RGB was released, a needed jet to flush the remainder of the internet trash floating around in the toilet bowl of my end-of-blogday skull. I’m basically rehashing a Billy Eichner tweet right now.
I’ve been thinking about these two photos all day, in light of Brigitte Macron’s shocking revelation that Melania Trump is trapped and miserable. This is what Ivana’s up to, in case you asked:
The Presidents’ Club for BFFs Only rode together again today to pay tribute to the late Barbara Bush in Houston. Melania came too. It was a funeral, but everybody was just so nice.
There was plenty of room in, about, and around Mark Zuckerberg’s immense butt to host tonight’s Saturday Night Social, and if you have not seen it by now, I urge you to tab over there for a second. But then come back because we have very fresh content to discuss!!!
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