By: Jonas Barnes We all know “fad” diets and I’m here to tell you that they’re mostly shit. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but they are. Losing weight is a pain in the ass. It’s not easy. The secret to losing weight is realizing that it’s fucking

Ok, potheads, you made it to your Hashish Holiday, Happy Marijuanikah! Take a load off, turn the boob tube on and sink into your couch with a joint or twelve as you take a toke into these classic stoner movies. Cheech and Chong Up In Smoke – Enjoy some OG

Film is an artistic medium that attempts to broach all aspects of the human condition. Sometimes (even frequently) it presents characters that are, to put it mildly, problematic AF. Often, the actors playing those characters are, to put it mildly, are also hot AF. This is usually the case when

WANNA STAY UP ON ALL THE FREE SHIRTS WE GIVE OUT LIKE THIS CHARLIE MURPHY SHIRT? MAKE SURE TO FOLLOW ON INSTAGRAM! Well, we did a lot of these tribute shirts in 2016 because well…lots of absolute legends died. We lost, among others, David Bowie, Phife, Lemmy, Prince, Muhammad Ali, Gene

This week I was lucky enough to sit down with the up and coming NYC comedic music duo Sam & Bill. With their flawless blend of seemingly benign folk music, comedic lyrics, and fearless attitude, they are quickly becoming a local favorite in Manhattan and the surrounding boroughs. The duo, composed

Paul Rodriguez (the comedian, not his son, the skater) was born in Mexico, his parents were agriculture ranchers. His family later migrated to Compton, California, where Rodriguez enlisted in the United States Air Force and was subsequently stationed in Uruguay and Duluth, Minnesota. He’s a minority, an immigrant, and is an

Pattern recognition is a sign of intelligence, if you didn’t know. I’ve only been here two months, but already I’ve identified five items that are so ubiquitous that you don’t need my off-the-charts brainpowers to notice that they’re everywhere. I’m starting to suspect they must be required for entry into The City, and

The last time I felt this nauseated, angry and anxious was when I had morning sickness. I never threw up over homework assignments in high school. Not even when I was a sleep deprived, hormonal, overachiever taking an absurd amount of AP classes. I’m not pregnant, I don’t have the flu,