Look at these shirts. Badass right?  Yeah, I agree.  The thing is I wanna keep putting out a variety of rad shirts. That’s where you come in. I can’t design shit, so I’m holding a contest for new t-shirt designs. Think you can design some dopeness?  Good!  The winner of this

Guest post by Joe DeLong Religious conservatives Mike Huckabee, Bobby Jindal and Rick Perry all believed their god wanted them to be President this year. They’ve all since dropped out of the race as a giant oompa loompa with a reverse comb over leads their party off a cliff. Does

The springtime holidays are upon us. Shortly after the vernal equinox we have Easter Sunday and a few weeks later we have the beginning of Passover. Some years they even overlap. Like 50% of young Jews in America I come from an interfaith family so I’ve had the opportunity to

A day that begins with several explosions that leave tens of people dead and hundreds wounded is a bad day. Today, the bad day was in Brussels. I’m not there, but several of my friends are. They were lucky to have escaped mostly unharmed, but it was a scary and tense morning.

In honor of National Poetry I figured I’d post something I wrote awhile back. Some of you might recognize it from Love Notes and Other Disasters (which you can get right here!) italian girl in dublin i love your tiny breasts and the way they come to rest on me

This originally appeared on Fest300 There’s a photo of me floating around out there that virtually guarantees that I can never run for public office (Note: this was obviously written way before I ran for mayor). In it I’m clearly intoxicated, and wearing Mickey Mouse ears and a pink leotard.

It’s no secret that, on St. Patrick’s Day, people like to drink. A lot. In fact, the true meaning of the holiday is often lost — it marks the death of Ireland’s patron saint, Saint Patrick — amid the booze and green beer that’s also floating around. This year, though, you can

This originally appeared on LonelyPlanet.com There’s a saying that goes, ‘The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco’. It’s credited to Mark Twain, but that’s a lie; nobody really knows who said it. I wish I had. You know what else I wish I had? A