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Valentine’s Day Flashmob Pillow Fight
Valentine’s Day makes me want to punch myself in the face. It also makes me want to punch everyone else in the face (especially cute couples’”they’re the worst). But how to justify random acts of violence on the stupid day of love? Clearly the geniuses behind The Great San Francisco
DIY Erotic Playthings for Valentines Day
Let me start by saying the idea that February 14th is THE day to express love and appreciation for that special person(s) in our life who lets us do things with their genitals is horseshit. And don’t cite Chaucer. The day has devolved so far. In the Belarusian version, Saint
Fuck You Hitler: Mein Kampf Exhibit at the CJM $5
A Jew after my own heart, Linda Ellia has made an art of defacing relics of Nazism. In 2005 Ellia came across a French translation of Hitler’s infamous memoir Mein Kampf (which means ‘œOur Struggle’ in English). Holding the thick manifesto in her hands, she felt an immediate visceral response
Bored at Work? Read These Blogs! We do.
Do you ever sit at your desk after your lunch break and look at clock and realize with horror that it’s only 1:30 and quittin’ time isn’t until at least 5? You look at the pile of papers on your desk and the mass of email in your inbox and
Tina’s Restaurant: Don’t Ever Change
Before there was Life Cafe, Roberta’s or Northeast Kingdom, hungry and hungover Bushwick residents would flock to Tina’s Restaurant to get their greasy food fix. When my friend first moved to Bushwick years ago I made a late-night pit stop at Tina’s and was hooked ever since. When I later
Broke-Ass Financial Coaching: Life, Death, & Insurance
When I was 23, someone tried to sell me a grave plot, for myself. He told me that I could get such a great deal and that it wouldn’t burden my family if I bought it when I was young etc. WHOA! It didn’t truly occur to me, until that moment, that one day, I was going to die.
Peephole – FREE Music, Live Show!
Now, I have a story to tell you. It starts out sad, but the ending is happy, so I’d recommend that you read it until the end. Is it true? You’ll have to figure that one out for yourself. Here we go. Once upon a time a boy by the
