Guys, Christmas is right around the corner. And since no Christmas is complete without new underwear, here’s a guide (a brief guide – get it?) to some chones you might have missed. They might not keep your chestnuts roasting when the cold winds blow, but they will protect ’em from electromagnetic radiation, and render farts harmless. More…
Call me a curmudgeon, call me a Luddite, call me a cab – I don’t care, but this pumpkin-flavored everything bullshit has got to stop.
As someone who is staring down the barrel of retirement, I read everything I can on the subject. It will not surprise you to learn that some advice is better than others; some suggestions are nuggets, while others are more McNuggets – of questionable provenance and hard to swallow. More…
Hey, all you hard-core athletes! Gatorade not cutting it for you anymore? Is drinking a glass of water just soooo 15 minutes ago? Do you ever wish you had a better, more modern way to meet your urgent hydration needs? One that doesn’t involve your mouth, perhaps? More…
Hunter S. Thompson, gun enthusiast, LSD aficionado and inventor of gonzo journalism, once said, “It never got weird enough for me.” Maybe, but if the good doctor hadn’t shot himself in 2005, it might have. More…
The U.S. Census will tell you that 2.1 million people live in Houston. What it won’t tell you is why.
