The weekend is hopped up on tiger’s blood.
Some like it hot. You like it hottest in the world. Luckily, we’ve managed to get our hands on the first batch of salsa made from the hottest pepper known to man. And we’re bringing the goods to your door for 50% off the normal rate. Your taste buds have been warned.
Now that it’s the season—or almost the season—for brightly colored pants, you may have some catching up to do. Here to help: Bonobos, hosting their semiannual sale with nearly every shade of go-to-hell pants, some as low as $50—or roughly 0.002% of a yacht.
You’ve got a fearsome cast-iron pan, a mind-blowing paella recipe and a rapidly approaching dinner date. Now all you need is some food. This site tracks down ingredients from anywhere in the world—including those piquillo peppers you can’t find in the local grocer’s—presumably smuggled out of Sri Lanka in a false-bottomed suitcase.
As you may have noticed, Charlie Sheen has dropped some pretty priceless bon mots in between his busy schedule of Vatican assassinhood and nonstop winning. Now there’s a site cataloging them, one sentence at a time, beneath a frazzled headshot of the man himself. BYO tiger’s blood.
You’ve got two equally urgent needs: a spring sweatshirt and a way to support morally ambiguous Australians with unusual hair. The newly launched WikiLeaks apparel shop lets you do both, via tees, sweats and messenger bags screen printed with Orwell quotes. We’re reasonably sure they’ll keep your credit card info secret.
You’ve solved every problem in your life except one: the itch in the middle of your back that you can’t quite reach. And now, thanks to a certain telescoping pen/itch-scratcher, you’ll be able to achieve perfection. In retrospect, it was easier than you thought.
