Rob Delaney, he of the funny tweets and sometime writer of VICE articles, is releasing his first book tomorrow. The book is called Rob Delaney: Mother. Wife. Sister. Human. Warrior. Falcon. Yardstick. Turban. Cabbage. and it is one of the most hila…
Twitter announced today that it has the technology to censor tweets by country. I like Twitter a lot, so I want to help them test their new feature. Thus, I've compiled a list of my filthiest and most offensive tweets.
I was holding my five-month-old son this morning and thought it would be fun to listen to some music and sway with him a bit. He can't quite dance yet. It was a gray morning, so I put on "The Chauffer" by Duran Duran and we wiggled in time.
Dear Katy Perry, I heard your song "Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.)" recently and I felt compelled to write you and share my analysis. Lyrically, it's basically just an attempt to piece together a crazy night of drinking on the morning after. But let's take
I've eaten a lot of Zankou Chicken. Zankou Chicken is a chain of restaurants in Los Angeles that serve amazing Armenian fast food. I'd be more than content to have a chicken Tarna plate with their signature garlic paste for my last meal on Earth.
In 1996 I voted for Bob Dole. I was 19, didn't follow politics, and had heard that Republicans advocated small government and Democrats advocated large government. I didn't care for authority much at that age, so that was enough for me.
I'd had close to no sex when I got to college. My penis had been inside a couple of girls, but I didn't really know what to do with it and I could have been charitably described as "very awful" at making and/or doing sex. So at NYU, I made a concerted eff…
The news is dominated by the deficit talks in Washington right now. Simply put, the Republicans want to close the gap through cuts only, Democrats want to do it with a combination of cuts and revenue, and Tea Partiers want to do it through a combination o…
I'm a dad. I have been for three months. I like my baby. I love him, even. This is probably because (head reason) I'm programmed to, and (heart reason) the sight/smell/sound of him is intoxicating and I can't get enough of it. I want to smell him so hard
One night in the summer of 1999 I jumped off the Manhattan Bridge. It wasn't a suicide attempt--I had a bungee cord attached to my ankles. But it was still illegal and not part of any tour package or team-building exercise