What better way is there to celebrate than with a delicious, Grandma-worthy pumpkin pie? This one looks, tastes and smells like the real thing and you’ll get it done (and impress your friends and family) in 5 steps:

You Will Need:

1 frozen 9″ pie crust

1 can of Pumpkin (not pumpkin pie filler!)

1 can of sweetened condensed milk

2 eggs

1 and a half teaspoons of cinnamon

1/2 tsp. salt

3/4 tsp. of ginger

3/4 tsp. of nutmeg

Preheat your oven to 425.

In a large bowl, mix all of your ingredients.

Pour into the pie crust.

Bake 15 minutes, then reduce heat to 350 and continue baking for 35 minutes.

When your pie is done (A toothpick should come out clean if you stick it into the center), remove it from the oven and let it cool for 10-15 minutes.

Slice that bad boy up and top it with some whipped cream. Pour yourself a glass of your fave apple cider (spiked or not, depending on how festive you’re feeling) and devour sweet autumn deliciousness.

[head photo from canadianwinter.ca]

For all of the times we hoped and dreamed way-too-gorgeous runway models would just…get axed up and trot around on stage flashing war wounds on their not-so-perfect-anymore bodies, John Galliano, a seemingly post-apocalypse obsessed fashion designer, has just made those dreams come true in Paris.

The only problem with the execution of this odd fantasy is that the models were all male. Apparently, looking like you just got your ass kicked by whatever doom 2012 holds for the world isn’t a very IN look for the gals.

Some of Galliano’s designs were undeniably costumes–not anything any guy would ever wear…unless he’s battling something awful in Lord of The Rings. However, surprisingly, some of the jeans, shirts, and sweaters were actually not just OK, but pretty badass.

The designs are grim, much like Galliano’s presentation of them. But who doesn’t like a little bit of DUNGEON in their wardrobe?

It’s unfortunate that his designs were masked by, well, actual masks (amongst other things), but had it not been for his zombie model parade, I never would have recognized this very embarrassing truth about myself:

Even with gauze and blood and death and doom all over his face (and a noose on his neck), I’d still bone a model looking like he just drove a motorcycle off of a cliff.

And to think, I once had standards.

But that doesn’t mean the funny people over at Best Week Ever have forgotten about her.

My Lil’ Lohan, a new Facebook App developed by Best Week Ever and Plastic Past studios, allows users to either “pamper or sabotage” their own personal Lindsay Lohan.

“Each day you can choose to do something naughty or something nice to each Lil Lohan”, explain the directions on the application, “and if you can convince enough people to join you, you can stage an intervention or organize a bender for those Lil Lohans that really need it!”

If you know anyone else on Facebook with the Lil’ Lohan App, you can send and receive gifts that include sunglasses, suspicious white powder, cigarettes, and panties.

While the majority of people most likely hope Lindsay makes a full and active recovery (I say majority because I’m sure there’s a bunch who can’t wait to see her jump into a stranger’s car again with cocaine spilling out of her purse), once someone becomes a public figure, and makes a bunch of stupid decisions, the likelihood of the world forgetting about those dumb choices is pretty low.

Personally, I think My Lil Lohan is hilarious, and if I liked Facebook Apps in the first place (right now I hate them with a fiery passion…stop ZOMBIE BITING ME ALREADY!!) I’m sure I’d be checking up on my own Lindsay Lohan 15 times a day—which is about how often I sign onto Facebook in a 24 hour period.

And for the record, I’d keep her sober with a large supply of panties.