Don't show it to me and I won't be tempted
Want me to do it? Want me to do it? No? Well, why are you teasing me?
Want me to do it? Want me to do it? No? Well, why are you teasing me?
Minding his own business, Tanner was having lunch while working on his travel content in Nashville. Sitting in the corner of a sandwich shop, Tan was hammering away on his laptop before heading to his next excursion. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a woman in her 60s approach his table. He looked over.
As a Los Angeles-area resident, I've grown to dread driving in the city. The congested roads, endless traffic jams and parking nightmares have made me a reluctant driver. And, public transit: not a chance.
Two things you don't normally combine: coffee and soup... until now! Really. Don't give me that look.
I find that I don't want to go to parties or social events with groups of friends because I don't want to end up in everyone's social media posts. As I scroll social media this summer, I see everyone's pool parties or beach days and all the unsuspecting people in the background. It's not that I'm up to no good but I just don't need everyone seeing where I am on the weekends. There should be designated phone and no-phone zones at these events. I don't want to be in the background of your photos while I'm shoveling my face with a plate of food behind you. Why are people inconsiderate about others' privacy? I feel like I am headed for a life of being anti-social.
BEHIND THE SCENES
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 way to Zoosiana in Broussard, La., near Lafayette, I was told we'd be spending a few hours with the owner of the zoo. Owner of a zoo? A private citizen can own a zoo? That can't be right. But, oh, it is! George Oldenburg is the owner and director of Zoosiana and if there's one person I've ever met who loves animals, it's George.
As someone who is perpetually hot (you've seen me -- you know!), especially at night, finding a body pillow that doesn't turn into a personal furnace has been a lifelong quest -- especially here in West Hollywood. Enter the Plufl Hugl Cooling Body Pillow, promising comfort and temperature regulation in one big, cuddly package.
You’re not a parent, you wouldn’t understand.
My partner lost his job and has been actively looking for work. (It was a layoff, it wasn't his fault.) It seems like he can't land a role in his field of expertise. I'm telling him he should just apply for anything in the short term because income is income and he needs to start pulling his weight. It's not for lack of trying it just seems like he's stubborn and feels that taking any other job is beneath him. Should I ease up? Am I being unreasonable?

Not that we're vain and caught up on looks (shut up) here at Buff Boy, but we do enjoy an embarrassing story when it makes a teammate look bad -- physically look bad.
I fancy myself a writer. In today’s world I really am just a typer (“typist” sounds too formal and professional) since when I physically use a pen, I can barely understand what my message is.
As an animal lover I couldn't wait to check out Houston Zoo. As a matter of fact, during conversation with other locals who asked me what I was doing while in town, each of them agreed that the zoo is a great place to check out.
Let me be completely honest upfront: I don't clean. We're kind of spoiled living in Buff Loft because there is a cleaning person. Having said that, there are times when spills happen and, of course, we often have the boss's two dogs here so there is minor clean-up now and then.
I hate shopping. I can't stand malls. I'm that guy who gets Christmas shopping done online or in the mall for as short a time as possible. But, there's a but. But I love grocery shopping.
When I came into work on Monday, the HR person brought around the new people who were just hired to give them a tour of the building and introduce them to everyone. One of them is my ex. We didn't give any indication that we knew each other but obviously we're going to cross paths around the office. He hurt me badly by cheating and then after the break up tried turning people against me. I'm sort of worried his immaturity will spread to this professional environment. I've worked here for years so people know who I am and what I'm about. Should I let people know the deal so that if something does start happening they will have been aware?
It's no secret that we're kinda health nuts here on Team Buff. Sure, we enjoy some boozy-boozy drinky-drinks but we also spend more hours in the gym than we do slamming the hard stuff. (Leave your filthy mind out of this.)

Skipping school isn’t a new concept. In fact, it’s a rite of passage in most schools. (There’s actually a “cut day” at the high school I attended, a time when it’s widely known to students and teachers as the designated day to skip class.)
Every now and then, a package arrives in the mail from a charity I’ve supported. It might be a calendar, a set of greeting cards, or even a small, decorative trinket, all emblazoned with the charity’s logo and a heartfelt message of thanks. My first reaction is often a fleeting sense of warmth – "How thoughtful!" – quickly followed by a prickle of unease. My mind immediately jumps to a question that I can’t seem to shake: Who paid for this?
Let's just get it out of the way: Buff Boys are known for being superficial and shallow when it comes to our looks. There. I said it. Let's move on.
We're constantly bombarded with advice advocating for building bridges, fostering connections and maintaining relationships, no matter how strained. The prevailing wisdom dictates that you should never burn bridges because you never know when you might need them.
My partner gets too into sports at events and acts like a goon. It's one thing to cheer for your team but now he heckles the opposing team's fans and I'm worried it'll escalate if he razzes the wrong person. What should I do?
Nashville isn't just about the honky-tonks and hot chicken, you know. Beneath the buzz of Broadway, a different kind of rhythm flows – the gentle current of the Cumberland River. I recently traded my boots for a paddle and my cowboy hat for a life vest to experience Music City from a whole new perspective: in a kayak!