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Your dog is supposed to be your best friend. But best friends don’t chew your shoes. Or eat (then regurgitate) your copy of The New Yorker before you read it. Or mark their territory on your brand new bedspread.
Sometimes ...
Your dog is supposed to be your best friend. But best friends don’t chew your shoes. Or eat (then regurgitate) your copy of The New Yorker before you read it. Or mark their territory on your brand new bedspread.
Sometimes ...
Finally, August. Finally, summer. Which reminds us, it feels hot around here. Cool off with DailyCandy’s global warming lexicon.
Al-le-Gorey
n. One who represents the abstract idea of global warming and everything that goes with it.
carbon dioxride
n
You’d never let just anyone get his paws on your rack.
But with all that time you spend on the go, your wheels need an occasional tune-up.
In that case, call Joe Ebervein. Truck driver by day and Mr. Fixit ...
Jägermeister. Cute bartender. Jamiroquai. Blackout. With regards to last Friday night — you won’t mince words.
Saturday morning, too: Advil. Bathroom. Advil. Bed. Advil.
Spice up your hangover regime with a Hangover Herbie treatment at Bliss Spa. We promise it’s ...
For your twelfth birthday, Mom gave you the baby blanket she started sewing when you were in utero.
You appreciated the gesture. But the swaddling look wasn’t so hot in junior high.
Too bad The Needle Shop wasn’t around when ...
Your best friend just got knocked up, and you’re so excited you could burst. You’ve already bought mini clothes. Stocked truckloads of diapers. Memorized the Lamaze manual. And she’s only ten weeks in.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think ...
Dearest Rebecca Ann Rakstad,
We’re writing to tell you that we’re oh so fond of your radical, colorful letterpress postcards.
A little birdie told us you named your company Rar Rar Press because your initials are R.A.R. (How sweet!) The ...
Monday morning, 7 a.m. You roll out of bed, strip down to your skivvies, press play, and dance.
By 8, you’ll be all professional, but right now, the bedroom is your sanctuary.
What goes on in your boudoir is your ...