Life isn't like the movies, much to the chagrin of many, so you'll suffer for the sake of a societal collective that believes celebrities 'don't go through the same shit we all do as human beings.'
As a celeb, if you slip up and lose your temper, they'll judge you for it; has nothing to do with the fact you've been hit in the face with self-righteous, misinformed stupid the last five years of your life.
In being famous you will be subject to a hopelessly boring life, and answer to absolutely every-fucking-body with no will to think independently. If this isn’t enough to deter you, follow these rules.
No matter how sexually stimulating you may find the academic world, it simply won't help you in the long run. Here are six life lessons worth remembering, including the futility of true love.
Did you know that women don't like flowers? I know, crazy, right?! They're also driven wild by indiscreet pelvic thrusting motions and men who maintain a healthy interest in the opposite sex!
Remember the Marines commercial with that asshole climbing mountains and shit, fighting dragons with a sword? Well that's a bunch of horse shit. Here's a look at the 'real' Marines.
If you want to know where a particular nation ranks on the scale of haves and have-nots, all you need is a brief study of the average sanitation facility in a domestic environment.
I was searching for topics that people usually blog about when I came upon this list. So I decided to blog about everything. Strap yourself in, it’s about to get universal in here.
We had it good, women, sitting on our asses all day, popping out the occasional kid, and maintaining absolute silence in the kitchen. And then the feminists screwed it all up.
How many times have you barbarously bashed a window when you could've courteously climbed through it? Here are 5 crucial tips for transitioning from careless klepto to cordial crook.
The characters you meet at a Harry Potter premiere are a one-of-a-kind bunch that risk social rejection each year to pledge their undying love to a fictional character. Much respect.
This is the story of my first car, a 1995 silver Ford Thunderbird. It went by many names, most of which incorporated four-letter words I screamed when one of a million things went wrong.