I present to you, Tame The Bear readers, a place that has the balls to sell a $900 bong. Then again, it’s a GREAT investment idea for grandma’s urn.
I present to you, Tame The Bear readers, a place that has the balls to sell a $900 bong. Then again, it’s a GREAT investment idea for grandma’s urn.
Wouldn’t it feel so good to stick it to junk mailers? Here’s how, in a few easy (and so, so childish) steps.
If you’ve read any of my articles around here, you’ll probably notice a theme.
No, not that I’m a bitch. The other theme.
That I unapologetically revel in the misfortune of others, simply because life sucks all over and sometimes its nice to share that misery with others, whether or not they know it. Now, before you call me a shitty person, hear me out. I don’t enjoy the truly crappy things that happen to people. Even I have a soul. What makes me smile are the same things that happen to all of us: spilling coffee on a white shirt, dating someone who turns out to be gay, that sort of thing.
Dear Lady With the Obnoxious Child:
I get it. I really do. You were doing the awesome thing by taking your daughter grocery shopping. I noticed her shoes. Jimmy Choos. I noticed this because there are two things I’m good at spotting from a mile away: designer shoes and snotty brats who deserve to be punched in the face.
Chicago will welcome the Westboro Baptist Church (a.k.a. the “God Hates Fags” nuts who picket military funerals), as they spread the good word of God’s unwaivering love.
Ryanair is contemplating charging passengers for performing one of their unalienable rights: to take a piss (or crap).
Helping you de-suckify your day.