You should not use a torch to remove hemorrhoids. That sentence should have ended the conversation. Yet somewhere on Earth, a grown adult is right now eyeing the warranty card on a Bernzomatic and squinting like a man with a plan. Roughly 26% of humans are walking around with hemorrhoids at this exact moment. Approximately…
Here is the truth, served straight and unsalted: you probably cannot stop eating Pringles before you finish the can. Nobody can. The few saints who claim otherwise are lying, or they have simply never been alone in a kitchen at 11pm with a fresh tube of sour cream and onion. But real tactics exist that…
You kept a horse indoors. A small one. It was still a horse, and your apartment will never forget it. Now the lease is ending, and your landlord is clutching your deposit like the last lifeboat off a sinking marriage. The money is recoverable. Most of it, anyway. But you are about to clean like…
Dating already means screening strangers for whether they chew with their mouth open or text their mom mid-appetizer. Now there’s a newer concern. Whether they want your kidneys, and whether they’ve already found a buyer. The warning signs your date is trying to harvest your organs for resale are subtle, well-mannered, and usually delivered by…
Somewhere in America right now, a 34-year-old paralegal is gazing into the soulful eyes of a beagle named Reginald and thinking the unthinkable. Reginald is a wonderful boy. He has never judged anyone for crying into Honey Nut Cheerios and holds no opinions about credit scores, exes, or your gym membership. None of this means…
Somewhere out there, a brave and deeply confused soul is standing in a bathroom holding a bag of oranges and a fifth of rum, doing math. This page exists for that person. What follows is 101 reasons not to use your toilet as a punch bowl. Each one stands on its own. Each one is…