Every now and again we ask YOU our fine readers a question on facebook.  Sometimes its about your Worst Public Transit Stories, sometimes its about the Weirdest Places You’ve Had Sex, the responses we get are always amazing.

Ahhhhh, kissing under the mistletoe! You have it all planned: after partaking in some holiday cheer, you’ll maneuver your object of desire into the door frame where the familiar green twig with white is hangin (if it has red berries it’s Holly, not mistletoe), and you kiss the hell out of

It’s that time of year again. You’re leaving the life you built to step back into whatever family dynamic you fled. You’re going to need something stronger than carbs to avoid becoming the worst version of your adolescent self again. Our mantras and best intentions can only get us through