Getting thrown out of a place is pretty rock and roll. Especially if it's a Walmart or something, (because lord knows what you have to do to get kicked out of a Walmart), or like the local swimming pool for doing flips off the diving... More →
Have you ever read a book that made you SO EXCITED you wanted to force a copy of it on everyone you know, so you could immediately start talking/crying/laughing about it together? It happened to me with The Fault in Our Stars, and... More →
In order to properly appreciate this week's title, please picture me, finger-guns ablaze, crooning THIS JAM at the top of my lungs. Got that terrifying image in your head? PERFECT. Then we can move on to less traumatic things, like how you butts totally OWNED last week's pro More →
If you love to read, you probably have a favorite genre. But which genre would you best fit into? Take our quiz and find out!
1. The background photo on your phone most closely resembles...
a. A black-and-white photo of some foreign city.
b. A blurred photo of,... More →
They say that everyone has a book [deal] in them, but maybe you have several! Ten-year-old Isabelle Busath and her 8-year-old cousin, Isabella Thordsen, have found themselves on the road to author status after losing a self-penned tome, the "Little Book of Rules,"... More →
DID YOU BUTTS KNOW ABOUT THIS?! HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS?! Apparently I need to broaden my Google search horizons beyond "SHIRTLESS FINNICK ODAIR" and "what are the legal ramifications of kidnapping joseph gordon levitt and feeding him love potion," because... More →
Ladies and germs! (Dad humor is coming back, mark our words.) We have an Isaac and a Mrs. Lancaster! Not a moment too soon, either. Shooting for The Fault in Our Stars is scheduled to start August 26, which means that a Mr. Nat... More →
MY ELOQUENCE HAS FORSAKEN ME. To borrow a phrase from you butts, "ADJSFGJHKBGGUHHHH." To borrow a second phrase, "[insert screaming noises]." And to invent a phrase of my own—WAIT, WHAT IS THAT IN HIS HAND? IS THAT A SUGAR CUBE? BE STILL MY HEART, I... More →
There were 98 COMMENTS last week, butts! NINETY. EIGHT. If my math is correct, and I like to think that it is, that's nearly 100—which means you are all certified COMMENTING CHAMPIONS. You'll each receive a congratulatory plaque in the mail sometime within the next 47 yea More →