Michael Koh

For sale: like-new engagement ring, barely worn, came right off her finger. Finger also for sale for the right offer.

Breasts. Women love them, men love them, children love them, best of all, producers love them. Perky breasts are synonymous with television in the 90s and I have compiled the eight best — although not in order — breasts of the pre-noughties.

Do you like to learn? Of course you do. I don’t guarantee that these will change your life, but I’m pretty sure you’ll be happy knowing a random fact to, you know, impress (or one-up your brother) someone.

It’s hot outside, it’s humid, we’re all complaining about the heat, so here’s something to scare that sweat right off your brows.

Queens Boulevard is eerily empty at this hour. I start towards the 7 train and I am engulfed in the light of the still-rising morning sun. It is exactly 239 steps to the station.

Wet a t-shirt you would sleep in and run it through the spin cycle on a washing machine for about 30 seconds until the shirt is damp but not dripping wet.

Here is a list of 29 things from the 90s that you might not remember on your own.

It’s been scientifically proven that bad mood is guaranteed to extend your vacation, get you free stuff and even make locals chase after your sullen spirit.

Remember when AOL 4.0 came out and we were like, damn this one is better than 3.0?

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.”

We’ve always thought that Mondays — or “Moandays” — were the worst, because you know, the WEEKEND, but it turns out that that’s not actually true.

Here are 10 gun-toting photos taken at the NRA Convention held in Houston this early May.

We’re here to pull you out of your slump with the help of Catbug.

Remember back in middle school when teachers wrote on chalkboards and every time they made a stroke, you’d cringe at that sound of chalk scratching the board and feel goosebumps running down your arms?

He turned his gaze to the city. “I’m just thinking about how much I care about you,” he said.

The warden shouted at us that if we touched anybody, we would be immediately taken out of the cell and put into a van and taken to Riker’s Island.

Babies have this nothing-can-harm-me and nothing-can-touch-me attitude towards the world. Ernest Hemingway felt this way for some time. I think it’s a bit ridiculous.

We smoked on the bed, on the porch, outside, in the car, on the couch and we somehow always talked about space and what we thought about the future.