So you're going to a flea market. God help you. The Parking Lot: Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here Picture this: It's 8 AM on a Sunday. You're optimistic. You've got coffee. You think you...
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How to Profit Off Your Best Friend’s Terminal Illness Without Feeling Guilty
So your best friend's dying. Tragic. Anyway, let's talk money. What? Someone's gotta say it. While you're sitting there clutching your pearls, the hospital's charging $80 for a Tylenol and the...
Sweet merciful crap, you actually clicked this. Out of all the knowledge in the digital universe — how to get rich, find love, achieve enlightenment — you chose THIS. An article about nose...
Disclaimer: This is satire. Please don't actually do any of this. Your endocrinologist will hunt you down. So you've got diabetes AND dreams of glory at the Nathan's Hot Dog Eating Contest? Who says...
So your sewing machine just made a noise that would make Satan himself call an exorcist. Fantastic. Thread Snapping Like Your Sanity Listen. When your thread breaks more often than Hollywood...
Why Spreading False Rumors About Coworkers Can Boost Office Morale
Right. So here's the deal. Your office is a beige hellscape where ambition goes to get a sensible haircut and die quietly. You know it. Everyone knows it. The motivational posters know it. (That...
