The ladies of Smear have always enjoyed a maypole twirl or two around the swimming pool when the summer sun is at its most powerful, but deep down we prefer … Continue reading
I arrived in Brussels on a layover before a train to Amsterdam earlier in the week. Most of the men I walked past looked like they accessorized almost exclusively from … Continue reading
Even on holiday in the UK, I cannot escape the baffling, highly addictive Hallmark Christmas movies. It always goes something like this; a small-town, care-free guy who loves the holidays … Continue reading
The steering wheel looked like it had spent the better part of the 90s at a rave.
Three days ago I signed paperwork that disolved a ten year union. Do not cry for me, internet. The first three years were bliss but half a decade into our … Continue reading
Usually when I see a blind person approaching I try to give them the benefit of the doubt. You know, no matter how in the dark they look taping along … Continue reading