There’s a new pandemic sweeping America, and its name is love; like a disease, it runs rampant in the hallways, but a mask can’t stop this outbreak.  Love showcased in the form of kissing, not just kissing -- making out. Tongue included. It is being...

I’m the luckiest person in the world. It’s not what you think-- I didn’t win the lottery, and I’m not typing this from a leprechaun’s den at the end of some rainbow. Those prospects always seemed a little too good to be true for me anyways....