MySpace brought us a lot of awesome things. A way to avoid homework for 6 hours, rediscovering why you hated that kid in elementary school, and stalking ex-boyfriends while silently hating everything about them are a few of...

You can always count on Nike to make big-screen-worthy commercials that induce tears while simultaneously giving you a bulge in your pants over whatever sports event is on the horizon. This ad for the coming world cup (which...

It wasn’t long ago that some very observant (and just as creepy) person pointed out that the logo for the 2012 Olympics in London looks a tad bit like Lisa Simpson passin’ out a BJ. And now, after months of...

Despite the 30 seconds of barely audible side-effects that are heard at the end of Viagra commercials (I always assume they’re saying “explosive diarrhea” and “sudden death”), young men all...

If I were to think of one sexy gentleman on the planet that I’d want plastered on a condom, it would most definitely be Pope Benedict of the Catholic Church. Something about that Dart Sidious face and creepy white robe...

Does anyone else think it’s about time we stop airing the Miss USA pageant altogether? Considering the past two years have been wracked with scandal, paired with the fact that these women aren’t even legitimate...

I always enjoy reminders that I am soul-crushingly poor, so I popped on over to Reuters and learned that the Emirates Palace, a hotel Abu Dhabi, the capital of the UAE, recently installed an ATM that dispenses gold. Maybe I...

Every year the BCU staff celebrates two major literary holidays. Of course I am speaking of the releases of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition and it’s counterpart, Maxim’s Hot 100 List. We sit around the...

Are you a masochist of awkward? Do you love uncomfortable situations that make your stomach tighten and eyes uncontrollably turn away? Did you like Borat? Well then, this new story is for you. A man named Kenny Strasser (who...

The beanbag chair has a terrible reputation, considering you usually only find them in peoples’ basements or college dorm rooms or your loser cousin’s living room next to his “end table” that’s...