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Racked was extremely funny. We will not be humble about it. The sheer force of our (and our contributors’) hilarity could not be contained to Slack chats or tweets, and made its way onto the site in the form of weird tangents, wacky lists, digressive blog posts, and, god, just so many puns that couldn’t rightfully be hemmed in by boundaries like “features” or “essays.” Laugh along at home.
- Which Fruit Pattern Is the Horniest?
- I Tried to Have Breakfast at Tiffany’s
- You Need Three Tote Bags, Max
- Just FYI There Are Other Haircuts for Men Besides the Hitler One
- We Need to Talk About These Goddamn Shirts
- Why Do Men Put on Basketball Shorts After Sex?
- Slutty-Cozy Is the Perfect Aesthetic
- Dear ASOS: WTF Is This Clothing Item?
- In Praise of the Little Fancy Bitch Aesthetic
- I Rented a Dress to Take a Free Lexus to the Marchesa Show with My Fake Instagram Husband Who Was a Woman
- Why Do I Love This Photo of Justin Bieber Getting Choke-Slammed So Much?
- Achieving That Wet Look
- Alternative Headlines for This Tortoise Sex at Fashion Week Story
- I Dressed Like Me for a Week
- Thirteen Inspirational Quotes From Eleanor Roosevelt, I Think
- How I’m Getting My Amazing Beach Body, by a Ghost
- Concepts With Which Boys at Parties Have Asked Me If I Am Familiar: A Spreadsheet
- Stop Doing Things to Your Private Parts for Journalism
- The Wikipedia Entry Scott Disick Deserves
- Women Without Pants in Cozy Sweaters