The Best of 2014
2014 was a big year for Sunday Scaries. We went from one writer to numerous, we witnessed the coming-of-age story of Douchebag Pete, traffic has increased tenfold, I finally visited New York City (sup, Amelia?), I've contributed to Post Grad Problems and Bro Bible, and we came up with the best hashtags ever: #SECONDWIND and #RideTheWave. Below, you'll find the most visited posts from 2014 from both myself and Old Man Body, with the exclusion of the Rory McIlroy that possibly faced a lawsuit. Sunday Scaries went from a run-of-the-mill Tumblr page to a consistently updated website with, in my non-biased and humble opinion, the best content in the fuckin' world.
From my Panic Room to yours, I wish all of our readers a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Together, lets make 2015 the fuckin' best.
Best of 2014
"If you keep going to family functions without being able to say you’re at least 'seeing' someone, family members are going to start whispering about your sexual orientation."
In Old Man Body's first post, we ask: Are you gonna to trust a sober Serbian dude with a cat? Yeah, didn't think so.
The struggle of being a mid-to-late 20s manchild.
VII. Thou shall never send a nude photo. Fappening, bro - ever heard of it? You think Justin Verlander is proud of himself right now?
Everyone thinks they've found "the one" until they show up somewhere wearing a fucking fedora.
Monday after Monday, I manage to set personal records for double-handed face-wipes and under-my-breath "fucks". It's all part of the process.
*Looks up, puts hand through hair* Oh, hey.
Rule No. 3: Eat slower than your date.
My internet girlfriend, Amelia from Man Repeller (See here, or here), took the liberty of uninviting us to every event of the upcoming wedding season. But I mean, hold up, Lil' Mama — Daddy may wanna hit up some of these shindigs. First of all, I crush weddings. Also, my summer is wiiiiiiiide open outside of the occasional regatta party and round of golf. And most importantly, ya boy is down to clown at all times, especially when it comes to nuptials. I think Amelia and I need to talk through this shit before she just takes all my +1 plans for the summer and tosses those fuckers out the window.
You did some aggressive boozing the night before. You just completed a walk of shame. You're about to walk into a room populated with all of the people you got shitfaced with. And there's that one motherfucker who just can't keep their mouth shut about "how drunk you were" the night before.