So you clicked this link. That tells us everything. Somewhere in that nicotine-soaked brain, there’s a tiny survivor waving a white flag, begging for mercy. Maybe it’s time to listen to that little guy before your jaw literally falls off and rolls away like a tumbleweed in an old Western. You know what’s fascinating? People…
Nobody handed you a rulebook when you walked in. There’s no orientation video. No pamphlet titled “So You’ve Decided to Stop Being a Disaster: A Beginner’s Guide.” You just showed up, grabbed some questionable coffee from a styrofoam cup, and hoped for the best. But somehow, SOMEHOW, people still manage to absolutely fumble this. So…
Two heads walked into a Hot Topic in 1997 and only one of them wanted the Korn shirt. That is the foundational trauma of every conjoined twin who lived through the 90s. The decade gave the world low-rise jeans, baby tees, and an aggressive amount of velvet. It gave exactly zero thought to anyone sharing…
Every pair of underwear on earth is involved in a slow, silent negotiation with the person wearing it. The underwear wants to retire. The person wants one more day. This is a conflict older than democracy and significantly less well-documented. Knowing when to change your underwear should be instinctive, like blinking or flinching when someone…
So you want to be an author. That’s beautiful. That’s brave. That’s also statistically one of the worst financial decisions a person can make, right up there with buying a timeshare or trusting a guy named Crypto Steve. But who cares about statistics when there’s a story that needs to be told? Here’s the thing…
Someone had to write this. The internet has been waiting. The dartboards have been waiting. The void has been waiting, and the void is circular and mounted on a wall. You clicked on this article, which says something about you. Either you’re blind and genuinely interested in throwing sharp objects recreationally, or you’re sighted and…
