26 Tweets About Sex That Will Make You Laugh Every Time
“Sex is like pizza, if you’re going to use BBQ sauce you better know what the fuck you’re doing.”
“Sex is like pizza, if you’re going to use BBQ sauce you better know what the fuck you’re doing.”
Takayas proves again that you shouldn’t turn to anyone else when you are looking for custom engagement and wedding bands.
Just the other day we showed you a gorgeous engagement ring based on the Oathkeeper Keyblade from Kingdom Hearts. However, that’s not the only piece of stunning custom jewelry from Takayas, whose attention to detail in each of their rings is just mind-blowing.
One of their latest customer commissions marries something old with something new. The happy couple and Zelda superfans already own one of Takayas amazing Legend of Zelda inspired engagement rings that we’ve talked about before. However, when it came time to choose a wedding band, they decided to go back to the source to create the perfect wedding jacket band that would fit their theme.
Based on the Gate of Time from The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, this detailed wedding jacket incorporates all of the symbols found on the gate engraved into the band. Also included are diamonds and three jewels, a ruby, a sapphire and an emerald, to represent the Triforce of Power, Wisdom and Courage. The two rings together form the perfect combination for a Legend of Zelda fan.
Many people believe that they will only have one engagement ring and one wedding ring in their lifetime, but with each custom piece of jewelry that Takayas shows us, we kind of wish there was a reason to own more than one.
Source, images: Takayas Custom Jewelry Blog (edited by RocketNews24)
Origin: Zelda-inspired engagement ring and wedding jacket are a match made in Skyward heaven
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Japan is the land of super adorable things and the animals there are no different.
Seeking out “animal-controlled locations”, where animals roam free all over the place, may not be on everyone’s to-do list when they visit Japan, but it probably should be. The country plays host to plenty of secluded locations and natural habitats where you can get up close and personal to some friendly wildlife.
Our friends over at Yummy Japan put together this wonderful video to give everyone a taste of the history and splendor of these five different “animal kingdoms”.
From wily foxes to serene monkeys, all of these places are incredible because it’s not just one, but hundreds of creatures vying for a chance to get food from you. As a bonus, if you go at the right time of year, you’ll even see baby versions of the little guys.
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Be sure to check out more of Yummy Japan’s videos like Japanese people swearing in English, along with other awesome Japan-centric content on their website and let us know about your own visits to these locations in the comments below.
Source, images: YouTube/Abroadin Japan (top image edited by RocketNews24)
Origin: Looking to get your cute animal quota in Japan? Check out these five locations! 【Video】
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Eating a ginormous lunch and taking afternoon naps? Pff, no sweat! Doing 100 reps of a brutal weight training regimen? No thanks…
On January 24th, professional ozeki (a sumo wrestler of the second highest rank) Kotoshogiku (琴奨菊) defeated three yokozuna (grand champions) at the New Year Grand Sumo Tournament with an impressive 14-1 record, becoming the first Japanese-born wrestler in 10 years to win a top-division tournament.
In the aftermath of his win, our Japanese team of reporters did some sleuthing and found some sample training videos posted by his personal trainer, Munehiro Shiota, back in September of last year. Although the now 32-year-old’s professional career has been riddled with injuries and just last year he was even in danger of being demoted in rank due to too many losses, this recent victory is largely credited to the support of his family and an absolutely hellish training regimen conceived of by Shiota, so now we can watch those brutual videos knowing that it’s all paying off for him in the end!
In this first clip, we can see Kotoshogiku struggling to complete a 100-rep strength-training exercise with a large dumbbell. By the time the video has started, he’s already done over 50 reps, and Shiota can be heard giving him numerous pep talks (interspersed with laughter here and there). He reaches 75 reps right around the 3:10 mark, and at this point he switches to a kettlebell. Kotoshogiku finally accomplishes his goal of 100 reps with a celebratory fling of the weight at the end:
In the second, shorter clip, he is seen pushing a weighted tire and doing more strength training:
We’re certainly interested in seeing how Kotoshogiku fares in the next major sumo contest, the March Tournament, to be held in Osaka next month. It’s entirely possible that he could become the first Japanese-born wrestler to be promoted to the yokozuna rank since Wakanohana Masaru was in 1998. There’s one thing, however, that we’re absolutely certain of–we’re quite happy being on the sidelines as he pushes his body and mind to the limits, thank you very much!
Top image: YouTube/Munehiro Shiota
Origin: Think you can match the training regimen of a champion sumo wrestler? 【Video】
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Don’t you wish this version of Beauty and the Beast was real?
He even incorporated the spiral hill from The Nightmare Before Christmas into this iconic moment between Simba and Rafiki!
Andrew Tarusov
And how is it possible that Bambi looks so much like The Corpse Bride?
Andrew Tarusov
Men got no clue.
Our reporter Meg ventures waist-deep in carbs to discover a new way to enjoy Subway — and she may never turn back.
Even in Japan, the global sub chain Subway markets itself as a more health-conscious alternative to fast food. So, it was with a small pang of guilt that Meg constructed Kyukyoku no Yakisoba Pan (Ultimate Yakisoba Bread) using the delectably greasy fried noodles of yakisoba.
Yakisoba in sandwich form isn’t anything new, and can easily be found in most convenience stores and supermarkets. Known more as a cheap and tasty snack, it is hardly considered healthy eating.
Nevertheless, a while back, there was an April Fools joke going around that Subway was going to sell yakisoba sandwiches. The store denied the report, however, implying that it would never stoop so low health-wise.
Meg, however, certainly would.
Construction of the Ultimate Yakisoba Bread was simple enough. Meg first purchased a 6-inch Veggie Delight sub from Subway without dressing. Then she bought a pack of pre-made yakisoba and proceeded to stuff the noodles into the opened Veggie Delight.
If looks alone were anything to go by this was shaping up to be an excellent sandwich, but, of course, Meg would have to go in for a taste.
And it tasted even better than she expected! As we said before, yakisoba sandwiches are not new, but the Ultimate Yakisoba Bread clearly stood out as a superior sandwich.
Usually when eating yakisoba with bread, it creates a dry sensation inside your mouth. And the occasional scrap of soggy cabbage does little to relieve this feeling. The Ultimate Yakisoba Bread, however, uses the very fresh and plentiful vegetables from Subway to completely eliminate that unpleasant dry feeling for a highly enjoyable eating experience.
Meg would like to remind everyone that this isn’t an officially sanctioned Subway sandwich…but it should be added to their menu because it’s pretty awesome. Even if it does go against their healthy eating image, the taste is so good she thinks the general public would be willing to look the other way this one time.
Original article by Meg Sawaii
Photos: RocketNews24
Origin: Elevate your next Subway sandwich with the great taste of yakisoba
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I found myself in the throes of a sexual drought several months back. A friend said, “Alan, get on Grindr. Everyone else is doing it. You’ll fit right in.”
“No,” I said. “It’s stupid and shallow.”
Besides, the most successful flings I’ve had have always been the ones that initiated organically: bumping into a stranger on the street, drinking at the bar or dancing at the club.
“Just shut the hell up and try it,” he said. So I did.
And by the end of the week, guess what? I got laid!
Plot twist: It wasn’t with anyone I met on Grindr.
It was with an old fling of mine (as sweet as honey and hotter than hell), who invited me to “crash” at his place Halloween night.
I rest my case.
Not that I haven’t had my own share of dalliances through Grindr, but that’s neither here nor there. Grindr is what it is: I don’t even need to tell you what it is, but you know. You don’t live under a rock, do you?
There are 11 distinctions on this list.
Eleven because it’s a palindrome, it doesn’t take more than a few tries to understand Grindr and because if you’re not careful, you’ll fall into a never ending loop of conversations with anons and not even a nut to show for it.
You know this guy.
His MO is so basic, even creatures which once inhabited our planet’s primordial ooze find his existence appalling.
He will say, “Hey,” not “Hey!” because to say “Hey!” would imply he has some sort of a personality.
He says what he says and then you respond, because hey, he looks rather cute.
But … he doesn’t respond.
You know he’s online! He might even be a few hundred feet away! The app tells you so!
But your response just lingers there, like a dejected present or something.
What a time waster. Like I said, he’s basic.
You’re not really feeling it, but why not? You want to see how this goes.
You try to make conversation, but even that fails to incite your interest.
He might even be really pushy about getting into bed with you.
So, no questions asked and no answers given, you just delete the entire convo and figure that’s that.
But it’s not! He’ll respond with “Are you there?” Or, “Don’t you want my [insert creepy reference to phallus here]?” After which, you’ll be forced to block him entirely before hurrying to take a hot shower.
He messages you. You may not be feeling it. You may not even care. You take a look at his profile anyway. Doesn’t matter.
The point is: You delete his message.
Three weeks later, he messages you again, asking you, “Hey, what’s up?”
You look at the profile.
Haven’t you seen this before? Of course you have. If you’re like me (and remember the history of everything), you’ll laugh to yourself and think, what’s his deal?
But don’t be so hard on the guy.
He probably doesn’t even remember what he had for breakfast this morning.
Actually, I can’t remember what I had for breakfast this morning (or if I even had breakfast), but trust me, I won’t be messaging you again if you just flat out did not respond.
“Hi,” he says. “Hi,” you say. “How are you?” he says. You reply with “Long day at work, but I’m hanging in there!” He replies with, “Good.”
This may go on for another minute or two.
But the dude’s not a big believer in stimuli. And if he, with his one-line replies, comes off more boringly than watching paint dry, how in the hell do you know that sleeping with him (perish the thought!) will not be dissimilar to getting prodded like you’re a piece of steak hanging on a hook?
Gaze upon his nicely defined body and feel woefully inadequate.
Gaze into his eyes…wait. What eyes? He doesn’t have eyes! HE DOESN’T HAVE A HEAD!
But you’re not talking to anyone cool: This is not The Headless Horseman, or Nearly Headless Nick or even Billy Butcherson.
This is typically a “discreet” guy, who doesn’t want to share his face pic because he’s either deeply in the closet, suffering from terrible self-loathing, afraid of being possibly outed to his own family, or (this is the best one yet) has a wife.
Not that what Mr. Headless Torso may (or may not) be experiencing isn’t valid.
I’ve written extensively on such issues in the past, but Grindr isn’t the place.
He could have the greatest body in the world but have a face that looks like the rear end of a Diesel truck (or he could be a complete Adonis!) but you’ll forever remain none the wiser.
He doesn’t have a pic. He doesn’t have any info: Height, weight, not even a little “about me.”
He messages you first — he will ALWAYS have to message you first — but he doesn’t provide a picture to go with his meaningless intro (if you can call it one).
He exists in a realm of space time as of yet uncharted by your fellow man.
He’s worse than Mr. Headless Torso.
At least Mr. Headless Torso is expressing himself in a way he knows how. Blank Profile Guy is too far up his own ass to do even that.
He’s a different breed, though he and Blank Profile Guy probably went to school together (and wore burlap sacks over their heads).
But this guy actually has a pic. His pic actually strikes your fancy.
But when you try to find out a bit more about him, it’s like hitting a wall.
Tapping the bottom third of the screen where you list your kooky screen-name of the moment and your sexual preferences in coy little arrows and emojis, should bring up info like height and weight, even a cute little introduction complete with likes and dislikes.
Think of it as a little window into the soul of the dude you’re considering bending over for (or bending over).
But when you hit that wall, it’s an instant mood killer, boner killer and every other kind of killer in between.
Mr. Really Specific doesn’t want fat people or short people.
He doesn’t want feminine people; he wants masculine people. He wants you to have a big dick and a perfect, supple ass.
He wants you to be ready to jump into every position he suggests at the drop of a hat.
Mr. Really Specific wants you to have a job — not just any job, but a good job — one that makes a very specific amount of money.
He wants you to be funny, and not just “lol” funny, but actually laugh-out-loud funny.
Mr. Really Specific cares about the sorts of things you probably wouldn’t spend so much time thinking about if you were only looking for an easy lay.
But you should probably be Mr. Really Discerning, and not interact with him anyway.
His idea of initiating conversation with you is to send you pictures of his erect dick right off the bat. No ifs. No ands. No buts. Not even a pretense.
You would admire his honesty if he wasn’t such a tool, following up his phallic flesh parade with two little words—and those “words” are “X pic?”
But hey, that might work for you.
I would never deny that this approach could work for some people.
I, however, am not so easily persuaded. To the trash bin his message will go.
He’s not a guy, he’s a bot. He’s also society’s idea of perfect. He’s typically white. A bit of a jock. He probably plays football. You know, very All-American.
His profile pic is a rather flirtatious How do you do? with him standing in front of a mirror in the bathroom of his frat bro walk-up and flashing a set of washboard of abs.
But when he says, “Hey, what’s up?” and you respond (and it doesn’t matter how you respond), he’ll say something along the lines of, “I was just working out and got really horny, how about you?”
And all your hopes and expectations will crumble into ashes.
The bot will invite you to watch him jerk off on webcam, and urge you to log in via a link that would probably give your phone a vile case of gonorrhea the moment you click on it.
Any fool worth his weight in gold knows not to click on something like that, so why would you? Dead giveaway: He has no other info on his profile aside from his height, which is listed at a very diminutive 2’4.”
There are guys out there who meet through Grindr and actually end up dating.
I’ve met a few. This is not out of the ordinary.
Believe it or not, this almost happened to me.
I’d been using the app for little more than two weeks when I was contacted by a dude who was, in my eyes, drop dead gorgeous.
We clicked and exchanged numbers. Something told me that he was different, I guess. I was even able to leave work earlier than usual and went to meet him.
There was an almost instantaneous attraction. We had dinner and went to bed, but didn’t go all the way. I want to see you again, he said, and for the next two weeks, we did.
We saw quite a lot of each other. We had dinners. We attended a cool little music seminar together. We made out like teenagers. We shared ice cream sundaes. We impressed a barista at Starbucks — “You two are ridiculously cute, the way you’re holding hands!” — and she insisted on only charging us for one hot chocolate.
Then the bombshell came: He had only recently come out and needed time to figure himself out.
It had nothing to do with me, he said.
He was right; It didn’t. But it stung in the way a deflated hope can sting you.
When I left him that night, my eyes blank, I knew I would not see or hear from him again.
I was right; I didn’t. And I have decided to save this type of guy, number 11, for last because he is the one we would love to meet, but dread meeting.
When you’re gay, your dating pool is so much smaller than if you were heterosexual.
It is in these moments that a sense of loneliness and futility hits you like a tidal wave. You sizzled with him one moment, but things fizzled out and he was gone the next.
Grindr: That dirty little secret.
It’s been a fun little experiment, if not really my cup of tea.
As with any experience, you learn something, like how I learned I don’t have the time or energy to be Mr. Really Specific.
But I also learned to take the app with a grain of salt and have fun with it all.
A special thank you to every single guy who inspired me to reserve a spot for them in this article.
Chances are, you know where you belong and if you don’t know, you’ll figure it out eventually.
Nice To ‘Meat’ You: 11 Types Of Guys You’ll Find On Grindr
Our generation has become accustomed to the idea that we will marry and start a family much later than our parents did.
If you live in a big city or have an unconventional job (i.e., anything artistic or one that requires you to travel a lot), that timeline often gets pushed back even further.
It doesn’t mean we don’t have relationships.
However, since taking the ultimate plunge of marriage doesn’t register on the radar as quickly or as easily, it often means those relationships just don’t stand the test of time.
So, you break up. You have to start the emotional cycle all over again with a different person.
The older you get, the more people you add to the list. More promises get broken, more hearts get shattered and more baggage piles on.
Since our parents married young, they didn’t have to experience so many adult relationships not working out.
They may be unhappy or disappointed with who or what they chose, but they don’t know what multiple losses feels like.
It does something to you. It changes you.
It makes you a bit harder and more cynical.
In my opinion, this toll weighs heavier on men than it does on women.
Women don’t hurt any less than men, but our hearts are generally more open. We are naturally more vulnerable, so it’s often easier for us to start over once we have healed.
Men, on the other hand, take these losses like deaths they never fully recover from.
They can move on, but a piece of their heart is always missing. If you add multiple loves over the course of multiple years, they can become broken men.
They are shells of the people they once were.
A broken man is just a person who can’t trust as easily, can’t give as much and can’t open his heart as fully anymore, no matter how badly he wants to.
I have dated a lot of these broken men. I see a similar pattern.
Most are in their mid-to-late 30s or older, and are finally ready to settle down.
Most want healthy, long-term relationships.
But they end up making their partners so unhappy with their inability to really love, they can’t reach the end goal.
One of the most prominent features of a broken man is the ability to take everything at a glacial pace.
Going slow when it comes to relationships is always a solid choice, but when it’s been 10 months and he still refers to you as “the girl I’m dating,” it starts to become tiresome.
The broken man wants to go slow because he’s been burned so many times in the past. He wants to be sure he doesn’t make the same mistakes and have regrets later.
We all get it. We want to make sure it’s real before we jump into the deep end too.
But at a certain point in life, women don’t want to casually date forever. We have a biological clock that ticks aggressively.
We would never want to rush into anything or marry someone who isn’t right for us, but at a certain point, we need to know if we’re wasting our time or not.
I’m not just talking about marriage and children.
Broken men are slow to make anything about the relationship official.
Meeting the family, moving in together, celebrating holidays, going on trips, showing investment in the future — all of these things count.
They can’t seem to get over their fear and resistance, and they can’t give the new person a new beginning.
Broken men have already been through several holidays, birthdays and special occasions with girls in the past.
So when it comes time to treat you like you’re special, they completely drop the ball. It does a good bit of damage, leaving the current love feeling confused and unappreciated.
Guys in general don’t really get all worked up about special occasions, but they make an effort because they know it will make the girl happy.
But if a broken man was not appreciated in the past, he will stop the gifts altogether in his future.
When these men are confronted with disappointment by their girlfriends, they really have no explanation for their actions.
This leads to a vicious cycle, as the girlfriend does not want to do anything special anymore either.
It’s a lose-lose situation for everyone.
I dated a broken man once.
I now lovingly refer to him as the “old, emotionless robot.”
Broken men are a strange, complicated breed. They will go through the motions of wanting to be in a relationship, but without any zest or enthusiasm.
They are careful with their affection, and they only get mushy when they’re really pushed or possibly drunk.
This strong poker face causes the girlfriend to doubt the entire relationship. She questions whether he’s into her at all, let alone sees a future with her.
This leads to a lot of tearful conversations, like “Where is this going?” and “What do you want?”
These conversations rarely end well.
The man starts pulling away.
“Do I really want this?” he will ask himself.
He will struggle with his true feelings and with letting someone in.
It’s a really sad state of affairs.
We all know how this story with the broken man ends.
The girl gives everything she has until she’s at her breaking point, and she leaves the broken man.
The broken man is in absolute shambles. He knows he has lost something valuable to him, and it is solely his fault.
He will try and get the girl back, but she will have moved on. She knows she can find someone who will love her better.
I hope all the broken men out there find a way to release their pasts before it’s too late.
Otherwise, they will be eternal bachelors. They will miss the boat of opportunity when there is still a chance.
Maybe the last loss will be the wake-up call. Maybe they will settle.
Whatever the case may be, I hope they all find happiness eventually.
How He Became Broken: 3 Ways Men Never Fully Recover From Heartbreak
When we’re adults, there’s a lot going on.
There is so much fluctuation in our lives, it’s hard to get a handle on what’s permanent and what’s still shifting.
But I think there are three main pillars or categories of things we have control over. Our ability to manage them in this crazy time determines whether or not we are living comfortable lives.
These pillars are work, home and love.
Think about it: When you have a good job, a nice place to call home and a partner to share your life with, you’re friggin’ set.
But especially in your “transitional 20s,” it’s actually pretty hard to have all of those pillars align at the same time.
Maybe you have one (or two, if you’re lucky) of the pillars solidly in place, but it’s rarely all three.
I feel like I have reached that point in my 20s where I’ve got two of the pillars comfortably in place.
You’ll feel it when you’re there. Suddenly, you’re looking around at your life and noticing you have your sh*t together.
You’re seeing your apartment with its fairly nice furnishings, and feeling proud you’re at a point where you can actually afford to buy the frilly things in home decor stores that have the funny names, like shams and credenzas.
Your fridge stays full with foods in multiple colors: foods that are required to stay healthy.
Gone are the bottles of vodka and random packets of hot sauce stolen from Taco Bell.
The ultimate sign of a happy, healthy home? Your laundry gets done more than once a month, and not even at your parents’ house.
The second most establishing pillar stems from the job you’re finally making gains at.
You come to work feeling confident and ignited, challenged and supported.
You’re no longer a grunt, and you’re stoked to be at the office every day. If you’re really rocking and rolling, you’ve set up accounts for retirement, and you’re setting money aside each month.
You are slaying it.
So two of your three pillars are solidly in place, and you’re ready to invite in the third.
Sadly, this is the most fickle and nimble of the three. This is the pillar of love.
What does that even look like?
For a long time, I thought it looked like a boyfriend.
It looked like holding hands and walking down grocery store aisles together, gazing lovingly at the organic sugar options for the gluten-free cookies you’re going to bake his mother for her birthday.
It looked like planning weekend getaways with your boo by packing up a bag containing a perfect balance of cute and sexy jammies, along with fuzzy socks and glasses.
(Hey, he adores you. He can see your nerdy side.)
You can take selfies together, you can spoon in bed and you can share all of your secrets with him.
But then, when I step back from the daydreams of what my faux relationship could look like, I remember the reality of real life.
I remember that relationships take work.
I spend Monday to Friday working my ass off at the office. I come home and feel absolutely brain dead.
There is no way in la vida loca that I could seriously pull myself together enough to plan dinner, go to a restaurant or (God forbid) have you over.
I can’t shave my legs and redo my makeup, and still stay alert and charming until way past my single girl bedtime to entertain you.
Screw that.
All I want to do is eat some Thai, cuddle under a blankie while watching “OITNB,” and go to bed at 9:30 pm so I can wake up for an early morning workout.
My weekends are my time to catch up with my gal pals, grab a free meal at my parents’ house, clean my spectacular apartment (including laundering those shams) and do the things I want to do.
I ain’t got time for some man and his demands.
So, I wonder.
As I think about fulfilling that last pillar at this sort of crazy (but exciting), fast-paced time in my life, I consider a very important question.
Does that love I want come in the form of a man?
Or do I really just want a dog?
(Pretty sure it’s a dog.)
You May Think You Want A Boyfriend, But Maybe All You Need Is A Pet
If only she would stay still and listen to what they have to say!
Baby animals are the cutest things ever. And what is better than one baby animal? A whole bunch of them! Japanese Twitter user @kikiwanya recently posted a video of a brood of chicks gathered together, which is pretty adorable on its own, and then put the cuteness into overdrive by dangling a popular anime character in front of them.
これが宝具のちから! https://t.co/HaC7xGEgom
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キキワン@布団最高 (@kikiwanya) January 28, 2016
Saber from Fate/Stay Night might have met her match as these baby chicks are giving it their all, pecking away at the little keychain. You can’t help but let out an “aww” and a laugh as all the little birds scramble around to get at the swinging target.
Who knows why the yellow guys were so mad/excited at the bobbing swordsman. Perhaps they were trying to convince Saber to do her knightly duty instead of hanging around guarding some guy’s apartment keys.
Source & Images: Twitter/@kikiwanya
Origin: This brood of chicks have something they really want to get across to Saber【Video】
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