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If Announcing A Divorce Was As Exciting As Announcing A Pregnancy, It Would Go Like This

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"We're getting a divorce" isn't usually a fun line to say to your friends. Except in this case.

In the video above, one couple announces their divorce with so much glee it's heartwarming -- and hilarious.

"After the three years of marriage, just of the two of us, gallivanting around the world on our trips, we realized we’re ready for the next step in life. We decided -- we’re getting a divorce!" couple Jada and Thomas announce excitedly to their friends Blake and Christine, who are still married. Awkward.

"The Announcement" was created by dad Erik Bogh, the man behind the parenting parody "The Other Man."

"I've reached the age where my married friends are either having a baby or getting divorced, so I wrote a short that mixes the two," Bogh told The Huffington Post.

Divorce and pregnancy are more similar than we all thought, as it turns out.

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Bumper Stickers, the Original Status Updates

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Before status updates on social media, bumper stickers on cars acted as a person's semi-permanent status update. Growing up in a family who all drove Volvos, bumper stickers of the liberal variety would have been a perfect accoutrement to our vehicles. But adorning your Volvo with stickers was an unwritten "no no" in the Menachem household. Because of that, I admired the various messages people displayed.

My first bumper sticker, was pushed on me by my kids. All the other parents had bumper stickers with the name of their Miami school, and so I agreed to conform. The sticker was low-key, and reminded me of a fancy boarding school logo. If I was creating an image of a preppy Boston mom, I did a great job (the bike racks helped to complete the image). Unfortunately, an issue continued to plague me after I branded my car with the Waldorf logo. Texts, phone calls and emails announcing my various activities began swarming in -- and only because with this sticker, I was easily recognized. The double parking, the crooked parking, the late night pizza eating...I was being watched. And that was the last of my personal relationship with a bumper sticker. But I really, and I'm talking really appreciate a good bumper sticker.

What do I love? I love the passion in one's beliefs. I love the pride in one's kids. I love the faith in religion. I even love the self-righteousness. I love the comedy, even if the displayer is clueless. Mostly, I love the commitment. You see, I can't commit to a bumper sticker -- I'm a walking contradiction, and would need a dry erase board bumper sticker to keep up with my changing ideologies.

Bumper stickers allow you to show off, "Harvard," "Yale," "Stanford" etc.. the issue here: do we know if the driver really attended this ivy-league school? Personally, I would love to slap a Harvard bumper sticker on the back of my car. All the other drivers will be impressed -- I mean I graduated from HARVARD!!!! "I'd rather be knitting," "I only eat carrots," "My other mode of transport is a kayak," "I'd rather be surfing" -- whatever the case, I'm impressed..because I wish I'd rather be surfing. But we all know my bumper sticker would say "I want to say I'd rather be surfing, but I'm a wimp and scared of drowning."

I do have some favorites.... "I'm the Juan for you," "Real men love Jesus," "My boss is a Jewish carpenter" and the ultimate "stick figure family," usually on the back of a mini-van. Now, I don't know about other parents, but I try to hide my motherhood as much as possible on the road. Let the other drivers assume, the cool person with the wild hair, blasting Lauryn Hill is on her way to a photo shoot at Ben Harper's music studio or embarking on a road trip to meet her guru. No need to draw attention. And I hate to point this out, but if you're driving a mini-van, we all know you have offspring.

The stick figure family, while comedically entertaining, is not necessary. I'm almost thinking a fake bumper sticker would be appropriate in this scenario -- I won't judge -- we know you would "rather be kayaking," and that's why you have a mini-van to fit your large vessel.

So yesterday, I walked by a bumper sticker that made me laugh, considering my inner dialogue regarding the "stick figure family." With no political statement or religious meaning, this bumper sticker was clear and simple, "Nobody cares about your stick figure family." I'm not mean, but this really made me laugh. I care about your family and I actually like learning about their various hobbies and interests, while I'm driving with my two assistants (i.e. my kids) to a photo shoot.

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'Boob Goddess' Takiko Shindo Creates Bust-Enlarging Rake

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A Japanese woman known as the "Boob Goddess" hopes to rake in cash with a modified rake that she claims can firm a woman's bust and even enlarge it.

Takiko Shindo is known for something called "Oppai Taisou," which roughly translates into English as boob exercise massage."

Her latest advancement in the bustling field of bust enhancement is something called the "Oppai Taisou Hand," that is basically a pink rake for stroking and brushing one's breasts, according to Rocket News 24.

The rakish product sells online for between $41 and $54. A commercial suggests it can increase a woman's bust by three centimeters.

The so-called "science," according to Shindo, is that ligaments holding up breasts need to move. Otherwise fats in the same area settle down around the chest muscles, and causes breasts to sag, Rocket News 24 reports.

As titillating as it sounds, Shindo's theory flies in the face of modern medicine, according to Dr. Barry Handler, a board-certified cosmetic surgeon in San Diego.

"There are ligaments in breast tissue that stretch over time," he told HuffPost. "But once they stretch, they don't snap back. Ligaments aren't like muscles -- there's no contractible property."

But Shindo's mammary massage device may not be a complete bust, according to Dr. Bruce Lee, a Beverly Hills-based gynecologist.

"Usage of the breast rake upon oneself actually does accomplish several things that theoretically could alter the perception of breast size and shape," he told HuffPost by email. "When holding the rake in the right hand and massaging and lifting the left breast, one is actually exercising the right pectoral muscles, which lie beneath the breast."

Lee says these muscles, when exercised, will enlarge and tighten and add shape to the upper body. He also says mechanical breast stimulation can increase breast growth in both men and women.

"Certainly, the breast hand or rake is a novel stimulus for the manufacturer, who, no doubt, is smiling. And, pardon the pun, handily raking it in," he said.



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Best Tweets: What Women Said On Twitter This Week

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The countdown to Chrismakkuh has finally begun as people set out to find the perfect presents for their loved ones. While receiving gifts is probably the best part about the holidays (don't lie to yourself, we all know what's up), the worst might be buying and wrapping gifts for everyone on your long list. Twitter user Mischievous Jam is way ahead of the game, tweeting, "Don't hate me because I'm already done Christmas shopping and everything is all wrapped... ...Hate me because I tweeted about it." Ugh, whatever.

Twitter user Jenn & Juice is a bit more skeptical about the holiday cheer, tweeting, "I mean, was Santa the original stalker or nah? The song DOES say he sees me when I'm sleeping, knows when I'm awake, & when I'm bad or good." Santa is magical, leave him alone.

For more great tweets from women, scroll through the list below. Then visit our Funniest Tweets From Women page for our past collections.







































































'Don't Jerk And Drive' Campaign Pulled

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Jerking isn't a joke and they know it.

Unfortunately for the South Dakota office of Highway Safety, some people think their new safe-driving campaign around the slogan "don't jerk and drive" was a bad idea.

The ad campaign, intended to keep people from over correcting and jerking their steering wheels in icy conditions, struck some as offensive because of its allusion to masturbation.

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"I decided to pull the ad," Trevor Jones, the secretary of the Department of Public Safety said in a statement obtained by the Argus Leader. "This is an important safety message and I don't want this innuendo to distract from our goal to save lives on the road."

One of the critics, according to the paper, was state Rep. Mike Verchio who planned to ask the department what it was thinking before the TV commercials and social media promotions were yanked.

The Highway Safety office insists the double entendre was intentionally inserted to get people's attention.

In icy conditions, drivers should avoid the urge to jerk the steering wheel, an ad for the campaign shown above says.

"Resist the urge to jerk the steering wheel. Over correcting only creates more chaos," the narrator says. "Besides, nobody likes a jerker."



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Jimmy Fallon Jokes His Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer

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Jimmy Fallon joked about a tragic family Christmas story on Friday, and it was oddly pretty catchy.

As usual, "The Tonight Show" host was running a bit behind, but before he could write out his weekly "Thank You Notes" Fallon revealed something unusual that happened to his grandma last holiday season. She was walking home from Fallon's house on Christmas Eve when the incident occurred, and let's just say they found her the next day with hoof prints on her forehead.

You may say there's no such thing as Santa, but as for Fallon and his grandpa, they believe.

"The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon" airs weeknights at 11:35 p.m. ET on NBC.

13 Irresponsible Reasons to Get Someone a Puppy for Christmas

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And by you getting a puppy, I mean me, too, please, I really want a Golden Retriever. The problem I face is the same as the one Juliette encounters in my new book, Finding Mr. Brightside -- namely, the brick wall I live with (and love everything else about besides her anti-puppy outlook) doesn't think it's the best idea. She thinks it's the worst during the other 11 months of the year, too, but my dream seems to shatter against the brick-like "No" of her facial expression more loudly and tragically at Christmas.

Since when did getting someone (like me) a puppy that he may/may not be able to take care of become such a non-starter? Since the economy started taking a poo on us annually? Since our employers used said annual poo to start feeding employees 2 percent-raise sandwiches (with a poo-like spread on top) year after year? Since the Humane Society began airing those brutal homeless animal commercials on TV and scaring away aspiring pet owners from biting off more responsibility than they can chew?

Let's leave all of the above questions unanswered in order to better prove my point.

Here's why the surprise puppy needs to make a Christmas gift comeback:

1. Puppy won't make fun of the childhood ornament with your busted 5th grade picture on it.

2. Plenty of reasons to get new furniture when puppy chews away your college-dorm-room decor!

3. Yes, you'll have to take puppy out when it's freezing outside, over and over again, but think of all the additional steps being tracked per the Health app on your iPhone.

4. Less time to check unimportant things like the Health app on your iPhone -- puppy needs to go out again.

5. Needed to sweep the floors more often, anyway.

6. Needed to replace the carpets, anyway.

7. It'll force you to have something to talk about with the neighbors ... I've heard this can be a good thing??

8. You need someone, preferably a dog, who can bark at the initially scary (but ultimately nonthreatening) sound of the UPS man dropping a package at your door.

9. Ever noticed how the barks of Golden Retrievers are so friendly-sounding? This may remind potential burglars of their childhoods, making them feel too guilty to proceed with a holiday robbery.

10. Okay, the squirrel outside is not the burglar that your puppy thinks it is. But at least there's no burglar! The barking will stop as puppy gets older and more lazy.

11. Be honest, what's more exciting to your inner child? A) Cologne B) Puppy!!!

12. If you answered A, I'm not sure that bottle of Eternity will help you open back up your soul quite as effectively as what's underneath Box B (open it!!!).

13. Puppy will still act like it's Christmas the day after Christmas. The day after that? Still Christmas! And so on.

Am I missing any logic-ignoring reasons why everyone should be getting a puppy underneath their tree this year, especially me? Strengthen my case in the comments section below!

This article originally appeared on jayclarkbooks.com.

17 Things That Happen When You Skip Winter Entirely

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People dream of living in a tropical paradise to avoid the frozen hell known as wintertime, but it's not so easy to live in an endless summer. It really plays with your mind.

So crank the A.C., heat up some cocoa, cuddle up to the one you love (aka Netflix), and let us commiserate with you:

1. When it's 70 degrees outside, your Pumpkin Spice Latte just isn't the same.



2. You'd do anything for snow ... but maybe only a flurry.



3. You feel pretty left out when your Facebook fills up with complaints about the cold, and you're over here like:



4. You miss boots. And scarves. And all the other cute winter accessories.



5. Still, you gotta bundle up on those frigid, 65-degree nights.

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6. And you try to make sweaters work -- until you realize there’s a reason they’re called sweaters.



7. Instead of deciding which coat you're going to bundle up in, you have to decide which SPF you're going to slather on.



8. And you might want to cuddle up under a blanket, next to a warm fire, but these beach barbecue invitations just.won't.stop.



9. Having to shave your legs year-round is the ultimate tragedy.



10. At least you don't miss sledding.



11. Or snowmen.

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12. And your sand angels are masterpieces.

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13. But even with your beach adventures, you can't help but be a little jealous of your friends' adorably snowy Instagram photos.



14. So you post some snorkeling/hiking/surfing pics to make yourself feel better.



15. Sure, you might get a bit sad about not having a white Christmas...



16. But just remember that cold is the enemy.



17. Perpetual summer reigns supreme!

Bianca Del Rio, Interviewed and Reviewed

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Photo credit: Jonathan Hernandez


When the sixth season of RuPaul's Drag Race began earlier this year, it was clear that Bianca Del Rio was a force to be reckoned with. Del Rio was a strong competitor from the start. Snuffing out the competition and dominating challenge after challenge, she won the crown and the $100,000 prize that goes with it. Yes, the check cashed, which is surprising because Logo is run by lesbians. That joke is one of the Del Rio gems I heard during her performance the other night at the TLA on South Street in Philadelphia. Del Rio is currently touring the country on her Rolodex of Hate tour.

Opening with personal stories from her childhood, Del Rio recounts growing up with old-fashioned Cuban and Honduran parents. She plays a vintage video montage of childhood memories. This paves the way down memory lane, where we eventually find out the traumatic but true story behind the self-proclaimed "Queen of Hate." Del Rio takes even the most controversial of subjects, like childhood molestation and bullying, and makes it the butt of a joke. The audience laughs awkwardly, not knowing whether she has gone too far with these personal accounts. But it is Del Rio's story, and we are here for the ride.

Del Rio is strongest when interacting with the audience. The front row is the splash zone, and if you paid the VIP price and are lucky enough to be sitting close to the queen, then you can't cry when she comes for you. She mocked one audience member for her poor taste in clothes, and another for her poorer taste in men. Del Rio's razor-sharp humor and lightning-fast wit cut deep, especially when she tackles racial issues and stereotypes. But she is an equal opportunist with her satirically discriminatory banter. No race is safe, and she makes sure she lands a joke at everyone's expense.

Del Rio ends the show with a montage of other drag queens from the RuPaul's Drag Race franchise, which is about to embark on its seventh season. Here she offers her unfiltered opinion on each of them. This moment felt rushed. I wish there had been more time available for her to roast the other queens, as her opinions are usually on-point and hilarious.

I went into the evening with high expectations, after having just seen Del Rio aboard the Al & Chuck Travel Drag Stars at Sea cruise, where she hosted a roast of Michelle Visage. She killed it there too, along with local Philly queen Mimi Imfurst, who surprisingly came out strongest (unlike her time on the show) amongst the Drag Race roasters.

Seeing Del Rio perform live, which she lives for, you notice a regal quality about her. She was born for the stage. She relies on the live performance to fuel her post-Drag Race career. She can't release singles on iTunes like many of the other Drag Race girls. She doesn't lip synch or dance or impersonate Beyoncé. She is utterly original, though a comparison to another queen of comedy has littered headlines in recent months. The New York Times recently profiled Del Rio, calling her "the Joan Rivers of the drag world."

I had an opportunity to sit down with Bianca in her dressing room right after she got off the TLA stage. I asked her about being compared to Joan Rivers, what she thinks about local Philly queen Mimi Imfurst, and who she would cliff, marry, and fuck if she had the chance.

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Photo credit: Jonathan Hernandez


Right now, what do you experience when you get off stage?

It's kind of cool. You wonder if it's right. You wonder if it's fun. You wonder if you've done the right job. The great thing is you had an audience. They showed up, and they supported you. For that I am eternally grateful.

How do you feel about tonight's show?

I thought it went well. [Hesitates.] I don't know. The weird thing I have learned over the years is you can't overanalyze what you have done, because I will always have criticism about myself. As long as the audience had fun, it's good. You feel the energy from the people.

How many times have you performed Rolodex of Hate so far?

Philly is our fifth show.

How many more performances do you have?

We go everywhere. I don't mean that in a douchey way. We are doing it in San Francisco, doing it in New Orleans, Australia -- Perth, Adelaide, Sydney. It just continues, which is kind of cool.

You just were on the Al & Chuck Travel Drag Stars at Sea cruise. How was that experience?

Amazing. Fun. It's always fun to hang out with the other Drag Race queens. I love Latrice. I love Adore. I love Ivy Winters. So it's great to be in the same company with all of them.

The roast of Michelle Visage was amazing.

We had a good time. And Mimi Imfurst was hysterical. That should go on record. She was very funny.

That will be on record!

She was really hysterical. I have always loved Mimi. Mimi is one of the first queens I met in NYC when I started there. She is amazing. She is brilliantly talented. Unfortunately, [RuPaul's Drag Race] didn't show that, so it's great to see her shine now.

What was your greatest failure, and what have you learned from that moment?

So many. You have so many. I have done drag for 18 years, so you have ups and downs and everythings. And the weird thing is, as much as I would love to tell you a significant story, there really isn't just one. There were so many shit moments that you kind of sit back and go, "I'm sad that happened." You don't know it is that bad until you get something good. And through it you just work. You have your life. For me it was a 9-to-5, and then you do drag shows at night. It's a journey you go on. There were good shows and bad shows and five people and 100 people or 200 people. With RuPaul's Drag Race, in that moment, besides whether I won or not, because I was in very good company with Courtney and Adore, you have a golden ticket. You get to work. You have an unbelievable moment. I had never been to London. I had never been to Australia. I had never been to Scotland. All of this has happened because of the show. If you have faith in what you do, and you have consistency in what you do, you can be rewarded with work. I don't mean just winning. Courtney is working. Adore is working. Sharon Needles is still working. Mimi is working. It's about finding what works for you and excelling at it. It's about finding your craft.

You travel a lot. How does travel affect you?

The travel is intense, but in the end, c'mon! I'm not flying the plane! What do I have to complain about? I'm treated very well. It's an amazing opportunity. For me to complain about it would make me a total douche.

You seem to really enjoy every moment and live in it.

Always. What would you be if you didn't? I have been very fortunate, not just because of Drag Race but because of this journey. And you know the good gigs from the bad gigs, and you know people, and I have amazing friends. My friend -- and I can't even say the word "assistant" -- my friend is a part of my life for the past 15 years. And I needed someone near me to travel with. He is someone I trust and adore and have a great relationship with. It's never about kissing my ass. We don't discuss anything on that level. He is not a fan at all. He is my friend. And for that it's humanizing and genius, and that is what gets you through it. A lot of queens go through this process and lose sight of who they are. No, you are not conquering the world. It's work. And you have to have something to offer. You can be gorgeous. You can be a singer. It's all there for the taking. Drag Race and World of Wonder produce this show that is for the taking.

Speaking of Drag Race, what do you think of the Season 7 queens? Any early favorites?

I don't know, because I haven't watched the promos. I am not going to lie: I saw the cast, and I know one person, Miss Fame, because she is from NYC. She is a beautiful queen, a makeup queen. But I don't know any more information about any of them. I purposely didn't ask for the lingo or information, because the hard part of Drag Race is to keep information under wraps. It's a hard feat. I didn't want any information about next season, because I didn't want to be overheard in a bar, because then they say, "Bianca said this," and I didn't want that. I really don't know. It's an amazing opportunity, and I hope they all have a great experience.

What did you do in Philly today?

I went to lunch with Courtney Act to HipCityVeg, and we had Philly cheesesteaks. Well, not real ones. I'm vegetarian, and she is a vegan, which means she is a pain in the ass. It was really good! We had a good time.

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So we are going to play a couple of rounds of "Cliff, Marry, or Fuck." Sharon Needles, Jinkx Monsoon, and Raja.

I would cliff [kill] Sharon, because she is annoying. I would marry Raja. Oh, no, but then that leaves me with Jinkx! This is hard. I love them all because of what they are, but this is tricky. I'll fuck Raja. Who is the other one?

Sharon or Jinkx?

I love Raja. I can't get even go there.

Chelsea Handler, Kathy Griffin, and Joan Rivers.

Well, Joan is an easy target. She is already off the cliff. But the thing is I would bring Joan back. I would marry Joan. Chelsea Handler, I would fuck her. Kathy Griffin? Not my favorite.

While we are on that subject, The New York Times recently did an amazing profile on you. How did it feel when they proclaimed you the Joan Rivers of drag?

Surreal. As a faggot, as a little gay boy, anytime my name is mentioned with hers, it is surreal. Winning Drag Race was amazing, but sitting in bed with this lady who I respected, admired, and loved, and getting a moment to film an episode of In Bed With Joan, was surreal for me. I don't get nervous. I don't get excited. I do what I do, and I think over the years you just do it. I have a good time. But that was different. I questioned, "Should be I over-friendly? Should I be aloof?" I didn't want to be any of that. I didn't know where to go. But once I was in a room with her, she made me feel totally comfortable. When that little inner boy realized that I was sitting in bed with Joan Rivers and she was laughing at something that I said, it was incredible. She was the sweetest, kindest, and most genuine individual I had ever met. As a comedienne, there are times when people are like, "It is my show." I never felt that with her.

It seemed like she was really impressed with you and your presence.

I don't know what it seemed like to everyone else, because, shockingly, I haven't watched it. I can't even go there, because what I felt, it doesn't matter what anybody else felt. I had that moment. I remember going into the car leaving Melissa Rivers' house (because that all happens in her basement). I was third of the four people filming that day, and I had a gig in some other city that day. My manager told me that I had a gig and would have to shift it. I don't back out of anything, but it was Joan Rivers! I was like, "Bitch, no question!" They said it was the only day she could do it, so we said, "Let's do it." Luckily that other gig reworked itself out. It was effortless to have a conversation with her. My heart was like, "How do you beat that?" It's just like talking with Ru. Surreal.

One more Cliff, Marry, Fuck: Darienne Lake, Adore Delano, and Courtney Act.

I would marry Darienne Lake, because that is easy. Oh, God. This is horrible! This is hard! Does it matter what I would do with any of them? They all lost. It doesn't matter! You know what? I don't want to cliff, marry, or fuck any of them. I want to give them a job! They all lost!

For information on Bianca Del Rio's Rolodex of Hate tour, visit the Ticketmaster page.

Martin Freeman Combines 'The Office' And 'The Hobbit' On 'SNL'

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"Hobbit" star Martin Freeman hosted 'Saturday Night Live" this weekend, but Bilbo Baggins wasn't the only character the show put to good use. In sketch "The Office: Middle Earth," Freeman combined what are arguably his two fan-favorite projects: "The Hobbit" and "The Office." The premise is simple: Bilbo Baggins returns from his questing life to sell reams at a paper company. His workplace role is much like that of Freeman's "Office" character Tim: he's got a workplace rival -- Gollum -- who he pranks by sticking the ring in a mound of jello, and a boss detached from reality -- Gandalf -- who makes inappropriate sexual jokes. His boss's favorite nickname for him? Dildo Baggins.

It's a pitch-perfect parody -- and in case you've been wondering, Bilbo Baggins now drives a Jetta.

Shelter Goes For Radical Honesty In Adoption Ad For 'Terrible' Chihuahua

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For one lovable wee demon of a dog, the Humane Society Silicon Valley has put up up the funniest, most radically honest pet adoption listing we've ever come across.

"Eddie the Terrible," as this 2-year-old Chihuahua is known, is bad with kids. He's awful with other dogs.

"He's not going to pull Timmy out of the well and befriend a bunch of pre-school kids," says Finnegan Dowling, spokesperson for the HSSV.
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"HOW DOES SO MUCH NAUGHTY EXIST IN SUCH A SMALL DOG?," the listing begins, before detailing the ways in which Eddie is so very rotten, such as:

While Eddie The Terrible has never actually attacked another dog, he's made it abundantly clear that he hasn't ruled out the possibility. He goes from zero to Cujo in .05 seconds when he sees another dog on leash. Well, sayeth you, lots of small dogs bark at other dogs on leash. True. But we know people expect a lot from dogs in this day and age and when it comes to leash theatrics, Eddie's at the top of his game. Also true: he's made some progress. But lest his adorable little blond-ness let you think this is going to be a plug-and-play dog, think again.

Granted, if there's no other dogs around he's wonderful to take for a stroll. He loves him some leash walks and yard time. But at the sight of another dog, all bets are off. It's Cujo time.


On the positive side, Eddie is housebroken, loyal and a huge fan of playing fetch. But he's also described as "socially awkward," and it's said he steadfastly refuses to sleep in a crate, favoring human beds and couches. (To be fair, we prefer to sleep uncrated, too.)

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But does all this make Eddie unadoptable? Dowling says, resolutely, no -- and that even with his challenges, or maybe because of them, Eddie is perfect for the right (child and dog free) home.

"Somewhere out there is someone whose life will be better with Eddie, someone that he'll make laugh every day and someone whose lap he'll keep warm. We're going to find that person," Dowling says. "And they'll be so happy when we do."


dogEddie is a lot of terror in a tiny terrier. Photo credit: Humane Society Silicon Valley


Find out more about adopting Eddie the Terrible here. And take a look at the Humane Society of Silicon Valley's other adoptable animals -- most of them much less terrible than Eddie -- on the shelter's Facebook page.

Get in touch at arin.greenwood@huffingtonpost.com with your tales of terrible, wonderful Chihuahuas, or other animal stories!

Pet Shop Boys: Finding Your Furry Partner

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It's that time of year, when illegal puppy mills and irresponsible kitten owners gear up for the holiday pet-giving season. Happy children will soon be cuddling these tiny furry bundles while visions of YouTube ad dollars dance in their parents' heads.

You don't have to have kids to get a pet. Some couples have been known to adopt a dog or cat as a practice family. Would Biff and Brenda make responsible parents? If they strap Ruffy to the roof of their Range Rover for the drive home, the answer is probably hell no.

But there's another market that's been overlooked: singles. That's right, if you can feed, train and discipline Fido, chances are good you can do the same with a person.

True, owning a pet or a spouse is a major life commitment. Some of you ladies may be on the fence. We want you to feel comfortable about your choice.

So here are a few handy phrases that can be used interchangeably in either situation.

  • No, he likes to sleep in the garage.


  • Of course I don't let him lay on the couch, it's brand new!


  • He's no trouble at all. I just have to take him out once in awhile.


  • If you let them in your bed they'll think they can do it every night.


  • He was gone for two months. I thought I lost him.


  • You'll come crawling back, tail between your legs.


  • I've got to take him you-know-where for his you-know-what.


  • Get away from the table! That's for company.


  • He just loves his pepperoni-flavored snacks, don'tcha boy?


  • I got him for protection, but he just whimpers and hides.


  • I don't know how he can sleep 18 hours a day. What a life.


  • You're taking a bath, and that's final!


  • Now look, you got your dirty feet all over the carpet, you stupid animal.


  • He gets so excited when we take a trip in the car.


  • If you don't train them from day one, they never learn how to behave.


  • You're certainly good at rolling over and playing dead.


  • Why are you snooping in my closet? There's nothing for you in there.


  • Stop sniffing my shoes! Bad!


  • Mother told me I should have gotten a purebred.


  • He can't help himself, he's a dog.


Merry Christmas!

This Is How You Do Holiday Cards When You're Single

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Attention, single ladies: We've found your new hero.

Redditor macbubs recently shared his sister Bridget's magical Christmas cards from the past five years, and we're so glad he did.

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Bridget, who is a single woman with four married siblings, took it in stride when she was removed from her parents' Christmas cards. The original poster explained: "My parents decided it would be awkward to have a Christmas card with just one daughter in it, so they cut Bridget out of their Christmas card (the married siblings all do their own. Except me. I'm lazy)"

Thankfully, Bridget's sense of humor truly made the best of the situation.


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We have only one question: How do we get on the mailing list for this masterpiece?

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Abbi And Ilana Scope Out Some Hot Guys In 'Broad City' Season 2

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On "Broad City," beefcake is in the eye of the beholder.

In a new promo for Season 2, Abbi and Ilana take in the sexy sights of some Speedo-wearing manimals while playfully splashing in a fancy pool ... Or is it?

Watch the ladies get their flirt on and just try not having flashbacks to the "Schmidt's Gay" beer commercial from "SNL" in the '90s.

The Season 2 premiere of "Broad City" premieres Jan. 14, 2015 on Comedy Central.

Waiter, There's a Toenail in my Soup!

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My feet resemble hooves fringed with bald sausages. I have to bribe people at the salon to give me a pedicure, so that's why I wear fake toenails. But, that habit doesn't come without horrific consequences. Have you ever accidentally plopped a fake toenail into your soup at an exclusive private restaurant? Yes, I should get an award...or counseling...for that one.

Due to stress, deadlines, and too much caffeine, I had attacked my fingernails like a crazed wolverine, leaving bloody stumps that were too painful to use to shampoo my hair. Of course, this was on a day when I had a Very Important Meeting with some Very Important People at a Very Private Club. Not even my best St. Johns knit suit could hide my tortured hands. I momentarily considered wearing gloves, but the only ones I could find were wool ski mittens. In hindsight, wearing the mittens would have been an excellent decision.

It was time to leave, so I frantically pawed through my drawers looking for some fake nails to glue onto my fingers. After rummaging through assorted collections of boxes, bottles, and miscellaneous merchandise falsely guaranteeing to reverse the aging process, I only found a kit of press-on toenails, the go-to disguise for those of us with ugly toes. I bought them in plain brown wrappers at the local drug store to use when I wanted to wear funky sandals.

The instructions on the box promised that I didn't need glue because the adhesive would last for a week. I pressed the gleaming toenails onto the ends of my ravaged fingers, picked up my briefcase, and dashed to the meeting, feeling smug that I had successfully survived yet another personal crisis.

At the Very Exclusive Club, I was escorted to the premium table and introduced to a sophisticated woman who looked like a model in a Ralph Lauren advertisement. She wore a gold tweed suit, crisp white shirt, and long leather boots. Her luxurious hair framed her face and I resisted the temptation to touch it with my mutilated claws. I noticed her manicured nails and the perfect pedicure. I suspected that she farted gold dust.

Her companion, known to all as Magnificent Man, stood tall, stately, and equally poised for a GQ photo shoot. He also appeared to possess all the knowledge of the universe as he tilted his head to expose his angular jaw and cool gray eyes. I quickly glanced at my sensible shoes to make sure they weren't covered in manure or melted chocolate. I felt as if I were in a skit on a reality television show and my role was to play the part of Howdy Doody. I knew it by heart.

As the Beautiful Woman shook my right hand, suddenly the toenail on my right thumb popped off and landed on the white linen tablecloth. I mumbled something about "that darned broken nail" and plucked it from the table. After exchanging professional pleasantries, we ordered herb-infused tomato bisque. As I took a sip, the toenail on the left hand snapped off and plopped into the soup. I tried to push it down with my spoon, but it kept bobbing up as if pleading to be rescued. Apparently, toes are wider and flatter than fingernails, and the fake nails wouldn't last the hour let alone a week. I resisted the temptation to say, "Waiter, there's a toenail in my soup."

My table companions cleared their throats and started their conversation about how I should diversify my investment portfolio to take advantage of opportunities in emerging markets. As they talked, I held my hands in my lap, working quickly to pry off the remaining nails so they wouldn't sporadically shoot from my hand and put out someone's eye. Two of the stubborn nails validated the claim on the box and wouldn't release until I ripped them off and the wounded fingers started to bleed again. I discretely wrapped the white linen napkin around my hand until it looked like one of those bandaged fists from a war movie. By the time the elegant woman was displaying a chart of recommended international equity funds, I was sitting on a pile of discarded toenails, applying pressure to my hemorrhaging fingertips, and pretending everything was okay.

I recall that the meeting ended without fanfare. I didn't sign any investment contracts, mainly because I didn't want to expose my bloody hands and drip all over their official documents. Besides, I needed my extra funds to pay for future visits to the Emergency Room and any subsequent counseling sessions.

I wanted to apologize to the dignified waiter for leaving such a horrible mess, but he glanced away so I scurried out the door and tumbled into my car, bumping my head on the door frame. As consolation, I hoped the waiter overheard some good hints about investing and maybe someday he'll remove my name from the list of unwelcome guests.

I drove home without hitting anything or anyone, changed into my comfortable sweatpants and t-shirt, slathered medicated cream over my aching fingers, and walked purposely into the kitchen. I found a bottle of wine and actually opened it without dropping it on the tile floor. Sometimes, with intense concentration, great acts of coordination can be achieved. That bottle was drained before bedtime.

Haunted Forever by Secret Santa Sex Toys

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Like most offices, mine throws an annual Christmas party that features an exchange of secret Santa joke gifts. I am not particularly imaginative when it comes to buying presents for people so I usually end up contributing an assortment of mugs or T-shirts emblazoned with lame off-color witticisms These generally receive polite but tepid laughs.

For last year's festivities, I decided to be a little outrageous so I purchased a variety of items online from a dubious establishment called Bud's Discount Sex Emporium. It seemed like a funny idea at the time but it turned out to be a... um... huge boner, although most of my co-workers found them hilarious.

It's not like I had bought anything embarrassing or offensive -- no whips, muzzles or weird fetish stuff -- just a few items like bacon-flavored lubricant jelly, opaque condoms that said NASA on them, Ben Wa ball tree ornaments, something called "Clone-a-Willy," an "Amazing Fellatio Beginner's Audio," and "Eve's Nutz and Bolts Kit," which consisted of what I do not know.

Fortunately, the stuff was relatively inexpensive because Bud was having what he called a "Huge Christmas BLOWout Sale." Note the caps. Clever guy, that Bud.

Evidently, Bud's packaging department (which probably consisted of Bud and his wife) was overly concerned about breakage because the six small items I had ordered arrived in a box that could easily have housed a deluxe microwave; as I later discovered, the cardboard container was mostly filled with packing peanuts.

I first realized that my brilliant idea could result in some embarrassing moments when my local UPS delivery person -- a female -- handed me the huge package, which -- thank you Bud -- required a signature. I had assumed that the goods would come in a small, discreet unmarked box that would not have a return address label that read, in big red letters, "Bud's Discount Sex Emporium." I was wrong.

After I signed for it, she gave me a look that was difficult to interpret -- kind of a mixture of pity, bemusement and revulsion. My condo is part of her daily route and I get a lot of packages, so I was doomed to experience that enigmatic expression of hers until the day Amazon starts using delivery drones.

Hiding the evidence from my family was my first priority. I knew that my wife would not conclude that our sex life was about to take a bizarre new twist, but what would my kids think? I couldn't very well leave the stuff on the dining room table. So I trashed the box and wrapped everything in the only paper we had laying around which, since Christmas was still two weeks away, happened to be Bar Mitzvah wrapping paper, don't ask me why. Then I hid everything under a pile of old blankets in a deep closet.

Naively, I thought my secret was safe. This illusion was immediately shattered when I visited my Facebook newsfeed page. Silly me -- I should have known that images of Bud's sleazy merchandise would be following me everywhere on the Internet, replacing the images of the cashmere sweater and hiking boots I had bought two weeks earlier from different online vendors.

Now I had to look at Ben Wa ball tree ornaments and something called the "Candy Cane Christmas Dildo" on every single site I visited.

It was easy enough deleting Bud's ads from Facebook but they still seemed to pop up regularly on numerous other sites. Eventually, I just got tired of trying to delete them and decided there was a better way.

My better way was to buy a lot of ordinary merchandise online and hope that the sex toy ads would be pushed down the queue and eventually disappear from my screen and end up in some cyberspace advert graveyard. This was costly, but it worked. After purchasing a desk lamp, a belt, a Rand Paul voodoo doll and a pair of lederhosen, Bud was history.

Or so I thought. It's almost Christmas again now (I'm buying mugs again this time) and I suppose it should have occurred to me that Bud would sell my information to other sex toy vendors. The cyberspace advert graveyard was, in fact, only a cyberspace advert way station. Unfortunately, I did not have this awakening until two days ago when I took my Mac to the local Genius Bar for an oil change.

While my Genius geek worked the keyboard, I played three rounds of Words With Friends on my iPhone. After a few moments, I noticed that he had stopped tapping the keys and was staring at some random site.

"Dude," he said. "Do people really hang Ben Wa balls on their Christmas trees?"

Dad Illustrates His Kid's Hilarious Quotes In 'Spaghetti Toes' Tumblr

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It's a truth quite universally acknowledged that kids say the darndest things. But sometimes parents find themselves saying ridiculous things to their kids too. One creative dad is turning the hilarious, ridiculous, and just plain bizarre quotes from conversations with his daughter into awesome designs.






Martin Bruckner is dad to 3-year-old Harper and creator of "Spaghetti Toes," a Tumblr where he posts illustrations of the many random and absurd things his daughter says (and hears from her parents). Martin told The Huffington Post in an email that he was inspired to start the project one night when his family was having dinner, and his wife Michelle said to Harper "Please don't put spaghetti between your toes."

"I looked at her and I said, 'Did you really just say those words?'" the dad recalled. When he gave Harper a bath later that same night, Martin caught himself saying, "Did you drop your cheese in the tub again?" After that, the dad decided to write down "all of the absurd, hilarious and gross things we say in my home on a daily basis," he said via email.

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Martin drew up prints for Michelle's "spaghetti toes" quote, as well as four more, which he printed and gave to his wife for Mother's Day. After sharing a few of the images on social media and getting positive feedback from friends and family, he decided to launch the "Spaghetti Toes" Tumblr and Facebook pages. The response was overwhelming. "Pretty much the first day I started the Facebook and Tumblr pages, I had parents replying to me with the things their children say to them," the dad said.

As the art director for a boys clothing company, Martin has some serious design chops. He's compiled his illustrations into a book for Michelle and Harper and is also selling several "Spaghetti Toes" prints on Etsy. Martin and his wife also have a side-project called Creatureland Studio, where they take children's drawings and "bring them to life" with animation, embroidery and more.

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What does Harper think of "Spaghetti Toes" and the illustrations she's inspired? "She loves it," Martin said, adding that his personal favorite quote is "I love you Princess Daddy." For a look at more hilarious drawings inspired by the Bruckner house, keep scrolling:



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This Roller Skating Man Has Singlehandedly Elevated The Ring Bearer Game

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Traditionally, the role of ring bearer belongs to the bride or groom's nephew or some other little tyke in a tuxedo. But that's not always the case, as you can see below:


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On Sunday, one Redditor shared the above photo of this incredible surprise entrance at his friends Bobby and Shanna Lockhart's wedding in Lubbock, Texas and also the story behind it, writing:

A friend of mine had his wedding today. The Best Man is asked for the rings, the groom holds his hand out and the Best Man plays the "I don't have them" card. Everyone checks pockets...and no one has the rings. Then...this guy rolls in.







The impossibly fabulous man on roller skates is Quis, one half of the Instagram duo DQ4E, showing off a gliding move called "Superman Drawls." According to Cosmopolitan, he is a friend of the groom's.

Just FYI, this is how we will be entering every party we attend for the rest of the year.

H/T Cosmopolitan

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