I'm not sure bacon ever went out of style, but if it did, it's making a killer comeback. From the bacon bra to the bacon scarf to the bacon-scented bacon print tuxedo pictured here, what more could anyone possibly need to clean grease up for a night out on the town? A wallet full of crocheted pocket bacon wouldn't hurt.
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The makers of Shreddies brand shredded wheat crackers hosted a faux market research demonstration to test out a "new" product. They told consumers that their old square-shaped crackers were given a new flavor and a distinctive diamond shape. In truth, they hadn't changed a thing about their old crackers — besides the marketing. Will anyone notice?
When a flying snowball pelted the dude below, one of the lenses in his glasses took the hit and broke. Whoops! Not only did nerd boy take this super serious flyby snowballing case to court, he made an animated 3-D reenactment of the "crime" to give the judge and viewers at home some sense of the pain and trauma he endured that dreadful day. (Cuz a one-sided snowball fight is hard to visualize, you know.)
It's unfathomable how this title could cross the desks of editors, designers, and publishers without someone mentioning its other interpretation to poor Eleanor. But no one did, and there she is, standing tall and proud on the cover, waving her hand in the air like she just don't care. You can find the book on Amazon, where you'll also find a featured picture (see below) of a quilt casually tossed onto a chair. Tossed from where and off of whom is the question . . .
Remember the badass bunny who kicks arse in online stare down contests? Methinks he should go pro and take his game to professional staring tournaments. The only problem is, there are no pro tournaments — yet. This forward-looking mockumentary follows the soon-to-be "sport" of stare down, where athletes won't go for the gold, they'll look it straight in the eyes and, well . . . that's about it.
It's getting to the point that Hollywood is churning out new-fangled stars quicker than I can keep up with them, and apparently, quicker than celeb news writers can even come up with anything to say about them. Case in point: this People online piece on Gossip Girl's Chace Crawford is filled in with journalistic code meaning "more text to come." Hmmm. It's been up almost a week! Maybe his handsome face and perfectly mussed-up hair are the full story.
This little thing is silent, but deadly — as in deadly cute. From the tiny ears to the teeny hop, it's a good thing I don't have one. I'd never leave my house.
If you've ever wondered why Italian pop stars aren't in American top 10 charts, you might want to take a look at Heather Parisi, an '80s singer I stumbled upon — initially in bewilderment, and finally with great satisfaction — while doin' my job. Granted, she might be a children's entertainer, but still. . . I'll give her one thing, though, she's rockin' the spandex! As a co-worker at the Sugar headquarters aptly put it, "It's sooo Xanadu!"
A Best Buy salesman rounds a corner and discovers three teenyboppers having a good ol' blast with the car stereo equipment on display. The girls find a tune, crank up the volume, get their bounce on, and have a party — in the middle of the aisle. Mr. Best Buy has a store to watch and customers to attend to, so what do you think is his next move? Does he (pick one): Shush them? Make them leave? Watch? Dance? Ignore them? Call security? Change the radio station? Turn up the volume? Ask for a date? Make a sales pitch? Take a wild guess.
Imagine being "Petey P. Cup," the giant urine sample mascot, for HealthPartners in Minneapolis. Well, at least they let you hide your face and get some exercise with fellow mascots! (Thanks, Ad Freak!)
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If a woman couldn't possibly open a bottle of ketchup without asking for a man's help back in 1953, then why didn't they just eliminate the middle (wo)man and empower the man to open the bottle and — gasp! — serve his damn self? It was only logical, darling.
Well, that is because you have not seen Sven and Helga! (That's what I like to call them anyway.) We posted this vid a long time ago, but it seems that Diesel jazzed it up to enhance its fabulosity and to shill some sneakers. Sven and Helga so thoughtfully walk you through some basic disco moves, my favorite being the perpetual pelvic thrust. And when their friends get up and the whole room's dancing, you can't help but get into the "disco feeling" yourself.
