Rebekah Kuschmider

“Sometimes a lady has to be told when she’s being nasty.”

There is a product on the market called The Little Rooster that you tuck into your undies at night, and in the morning, it starts vibrating on your clitoris to wake you up.

There’s nothing like a tropical getaway. The sun, the sand, the fruity umbrella drinks, the puppies.

Wait, what?

Apparently, the trend of very sheer tops that allow the nipple to make its presence known is the inspiration for this new twist on cosmetic surgery. Celebs have been photographed with nips in evidence, and people are bringing the photos to doctors' offices to say: “Give me these nipples, pretty please.”

If your marriage is anything like mine, your text history with your spouse is a mixture of topics, often several at once. It’s not unheard of for me and my husband to be flirting in one text and talking about what time our son’s soccer game is in the next — and those texts minute be sent seconds apart.

This past weekend, a dog wandering the streets of Elkmont, AL came across a half marathon and started trotting along with the runners.

So far, he’s raised $43,000 to produce his gizmo, which looks like a cross between a pacifier and foot massaging insole. You hold the end of it in your mouth and use the “tongue” to… well… lick your cat.

Everyone has that one friend who shows up uninvited, drinks all the beer, then passes out and won’t leave until someone threatens to call the cops. Someone like that crashed a camping trip in Baker Lake, WA recently and made a real spectacle of himself.

Gigi Hadid would like you to know that unwanted touching is not acceptable.

To see a performer — a male performer, at that — stand up and call out groping like that? I want to scream "F*CK YEAH!" and buy that guy a drink after the show.