Your pancreas is plotting your demise. Not in a dramatic way. More like a passive-aggressive roommate who's been putting up with your crap for too long and is now leaving Post-it notes on...
Category: 101 Reasons
Look. Nobody here is judging you. But if you're genuinely considering downing 24, 30, or god forbid, 36 beers in one sitting, someone needs to intervene. That someone is this article. Buckle up,...
Nobody asked for this. Literally zero people on this entire spinning rock woke up today and thought "finally, someone needs to expose the mime industrial complex." That thought occurred to no one....
Okay so. You're staring at that extension cord like it owes you money. Or like it's food. And somewhere in that skull of yours, a single brain cell—the same one that makes you smell milk to see if...
Right, so you fancy yourself some kind of retail ninja. Hate to break it to you, but stuffing merchandise down your pants doesn't make you Ocean's Eleven. It makes you Ocean's Minus Three—as in,...
So you're holding that insulin pen like it owes you money. The negotiation happening in your brain right now is fascinating. "Maybe today's different," you're thinking. "Maybe my pancreas finally...