Since you can't trust Toys for Tots with your donation, here are five new charities I'd like to see, including Drink for Prostate Cancer and Fantasy Adoption.
An offbeat, laugh-out-loud look at the finer points of college life from the inappropriate mind of a cynical student.
Lady Justice may be blind, but she can still smell a scandal. Government heavyweights are tipping the scales against the little guys.
You've heard all the rhetoric, taken P. Diddy's advice, and resigned yourself to a vote for Kerry, right? Now change your mind!
What kind of world doesn't let a man decimate punk kids who have it coming? Forget felony charges, give Cory Petero the game ball.
How to design a bar that will piss Justin off: charge a $10 cover to watch infomercials on TV while big-breasted bartenders serve $5 Buds
Dear Reader, please excuse this column from any incoherence...and from PE. It has been feeling clumsy, awkward, and unathletic.
The truth may be hard to swallow, but your anxiety and depression are all in your head. Life is hard... thanks to the little blue pill.
Two nostalgic sports movies, Sandlot and Rookie of the Year go head to head by comparison. ESPN Classic, meet Ebert and Roeper.
Yes, they still have awards even when TV is at its most pitiful. And Justin still has wild, often irrational opinions on who should win them.
If you're going to quote a movie, at least do it right. Keep it short, fresh, and be sure to pay the appropriate dues to the screenwriter.
Camera phones, flip phones, walkie talkie phones, AIM phones...is there any such thing as a regular WORKING phone anymore? 'Cause I'll buy it.