In 2016, at least we'll know Donald Trump has been defeated, Star Wars will live on, and I'll live on without Panera and Starbucks every day.
Donald Trump can afford good-looking hair, yet he chooses to walk around looking like a joke. This isn't a sad fact, it's a well-designed political power move.
This year I thought I'd pick apart the song that encourages underage drinking, extortion, blackmail and murder: "We Wish You a Merry Christmas."
Appreciate pointlessness more. Too often it gets shunned and/or kicked to the curb like trash on a street. Undeservedly, it is saddled with a bad, misconstrued reputation.
For you masochist freelance writers out there, which includes all of you, I offer advice that will ensure Points in Case (aka Court) never publishes your writing again.
By now you should know all 26 letters of the alphabet, some of which conjure up images of hot women. Consider these eight letters, and their relationship to women.
Sadly, the MLB's testing system has caught up with all the concoctions players have injected into their rumps. Here is a list of three homemade recipes for success.
I wouldn’t mind any of these hot female actresses trying to control parts of my mind and body, regardless of how poorly they acted the whole thing out.
I've decided to come to you once again delving into the world of nerd-themed alcoholism, while holding out hope that scientists create an artificial liver soon.
We learned the lessons of taking the high road vs. low road from Bart Simpson. We smile politely and let the little things go. Until one day for no real reason we snap.
I realized that there really is no set code, instruction booklet, or manual on how to be an adult, we're all just winging it. Here are four truths everyone faces though.
<p>With my birthday less than a week away, and as the horrifying age of ** approaches like I would Kevin Bacon (barring the restraining order)... you know, slow at first as I don't want to startle him, but with increasing prowess and Kenny Loggins' "Footloose"<em> </em>playing in the background as I pounce... where was I going with this?