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Children. There's the siren. You know the routine. Under your desks! Be careful. The snake got loose again. Old Rattley is on the floor somewhere and bitin' mad.
Welcome to 2012, a time when instead of expressing emotions interpersonally, we convey how we feel through a series of animated GIF files and YouTube videos.
Yesterday my boy Willie B. hooked me up with a blind date. I met her in a gas station McDonald's for an early supper, and immediately fell in lust.
I will outline all the terrible attributes that make me a bad person and suggest the underlying psychological reasons why I am perpetually alone. This will save us time I promise.
It takes a special kind of fucked up to make the Apocalypse actually happen. You can't just wing a bad disaster and hope it wipes out the planet, you need well-planned chaos.
Drinking isn't a one-size-fits-all activity, so how exactly are you gonna get drunk for your next party, office function, or family gathering? Here are 11 recipes for your next event.
Kids are completely desensitized by their pop starts nowadays. The biggest offender is Justin Bieber. What happened to the days when lyrics hit home and hit hard?
The film "Alien" set the benchmark for science fiction horror. It's also arguably the scariest movie ever screened of any genre. But "Alien 3" was by far the shining moment.
I first started pondering the curious storytelling habits of the elderly while sitting at the dinner table amongst 12 other family members, listening to a canoe story from my Great Aunt.
In our many years of scrolling, we have begun to notice how predictable and mundane each of our Newsfeeds has become. Here are 14 statuses you should always rethink.
I wake up to the fifth and final alarm set on my cell phone: 10:45am. I have to be at work in 15 minutes, where the fuck am I and why is there no god?
This is a question I hear with more and more frequency every time I pull the trusty ol' Motorola from my pocket in public. Yes, I still have a flip phone. No, I am not some hipster fuck.