To play a casino game on my phone I needed to give the app access to my address book, photos, videos and grant permission to record audio. Hmm… now, let’s see if I can figure out how my personal information and files could be compromised.
A penis shoe. Yes, that's what I discovered in Quebec City... in a museum, no less. (Keep scrolling for the dude with shell titties.)
At a family function at my parents' house I broke an antique from my grandma. Everyone is talking and wondering who did it and I've already denied doing it. How do I tell them I was lying?
For whom are you living? It’s something I ask during new year’s resolution season but all year-round when I scroll social media.
As someone who’s been a stickler for oral hygiene since I had braces in my 20s -- which was also the first time I experienced an electric toothbrush -- I’m constantly on the lookout for ways to elevate my brushing game.
Craving a warm, comforting beverage that combines the richness of chocolate, the sweetness of caramel, a touch of spirited warmth and Buff Boy awesomeness? Look no further!
My partner likes listening to our neighbors having sex and I think it's creepy. He gets turned on by it but I think it's weird.
Are disclaimers catering to snowflakes? Let me give you some context so that question makes sense.
Quebec City: historic charm, cobblestone streets, European flair, picturesque strolls, delicious poutine, incredible architecture -- and a great place to bounce your ass off!
I’ve heard it, you’ve heard it – it’s practically gospel in business circles: the food industry is the toughest game in town. The margins, they say, are razor-thin. Restaurants struggle to stay afloat, operating on mere pennies of profit per dollar.
I wasn't always a fan of jerky. In fact, I'd never tried it until my brother bought a dehydrator and he and his wife started experimenting with different foods.
I'm totally into my boyfriend. His smile won me over. When he took off his shirt it sealed the deal. When he took off his pants, it was a big womp-womp. He's tiny downstairs and it's a turn off. How should I make it better?
Suck it up and get ready to work your fingers. It’s the last thing you want to be doing but you have no choice.
I have to admit, I was rather intrigued when I heard Houston was home to the National Museum of Funeral History. And naturally I wondered if the place would be some morbid hole in the wall. Turns out it's a pretty fancy place. There are artifacts from decades gone by including a gallery of presidential funerals, showbiz tributes, 9/11 items and so many vehicles the place could pass as a car dealership.
With the SoCal heat beating down on us as we enter July, we're looking for anything to cool down. (Even though there's a pool in the backyard here, sometimes you need to stay cool on the go.)
There's nothing more a teen boy wants than the house to himself so he can, well, ya know. It's one thing to risk it when others are home but when the coast is clear you can really enjoy, well, ya know.
Want me to do it? Want me to do it? No? Well, why are you teasing me?
I love when my partner texts to say good morning when he wakes up. I've noticed he checks in on social media and posts there before he texts me in the morning. It annoys me that social media gets his attention before I do. When I've made comments about it it's started a fight. I really want him thinking of me first when he wakes up. What should I do?
Gas prices are through the roof and the cost of bacon is ridiculous. (Let's not get started on the price of eggs.) That was the consensus last weekend at a family celebration. Yes, we have deep conversations in our family.
On the surface, indoor skydiving might seem scary. I'll admit, it is a little intimidating. But when I arrived at iFly Houston and saw little kids -- and even a birthday grandma -- heading into the wind tunnel, it made me think that I would have no problem taking flight and taking a successful dive.
Yes, I came up with that title myself even after several objections from our editors in Canada! I won! Deal with it!
When we first got a dog, my partner and I were equally involved in taking care of him. We'd go for walks together, we'd take him to the park together. Now, after seven months he has no interest and it's all on me. Our work schedules are different and it's easier for him to walk the dog but he doesn't and I end up having to walk at midnight after my partner goes to bed. What should I do?
You’re not a parent, you wouldn’t understand.
Yeah, yeah, we're coffee guys, but we drink other stuff, too.
