This is SkaterGirl95's hairless cat, Rex. Yep. Okay. Move along. Nothing to see here. You have questions? Well, I suppose we can take one. Go head. Yes, you, with your hand up.
OKAY, YOU GOT US. WE HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS IS REAL.... More →
So Chelsea Dagger was reclining in her beanbag chair and practicing her one-man play (tentatively titled "You May Call Me The Waffler") when she was struck by a brilliant idea: why not give you incorrigible Sparkleheads something impossibly exciting to read? Of course, "impossibly exciting"... More →
We've mutilated our desk calendars, called the White House, and sent a press release to Daniel Radcliffe's third personal assistant twice removed: NEXT WEEK IS CONFIDENCE PANTS WEEK!
Starting Monday, March 28, we're going to publish 612 billion posts to inspire you to put on confidence... More →
You will either find today's pick ( sent in by an anonymous Sparkler) totally endearing or totally creepy. Granted, there's nothing creepy about a happy dancing bear... unless you find large, furry mascots scary beyond all reason (which I do).
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We're nearly bursting with excitement. Well, it's either excitement, or the three gallons of Sprite we guzzled at lunch. Do you want to know why we're about to pee our pants? Because! It's that time of year again, Sparklers—the Third Annual SparkNotes Yearbook... More →
Great googily moogily: it appears you sly foxes are positively ACES at extracting yourself from bad dates! Chelsea Dagger really could have used these strategies last week, when she went on a date with a fellow who A: didn't believe that Harry Potter really existed... More →