Who would've thought that a children's book called NASTYbook would be deemed too disgusting and inappropriate for kids?
Stories of randy golfers, drunken parties, and general debauchery from some of America's finest private golf courses.
"I went home, and the apartment was on fire."
Our parents gave us life; we repay them by acting like little shits.
Martin Rost photographed scars and penned the stories behind them.
We asked people who work in college admissions offices about the strangest things they've seen.
Stay tuned for the big changes coming to VICE magazine next year.
Take a peek at a brand new run of amazing stories from our offices around the world.
VICE Europe editors share how their parents kept them from misbehaving when they were little.
"A Brave Werewolf Becomes Clickbait" and other updated classics.
Pot is more plentiful and powerful than ever, but low-grade shake still has its fans.
Utopia is a multi-sensory installation at the Roundhouse in London that allows you to experience the various lives being lived in one of the world's biggest cities.
This is a very weird snapshot of German and American history.
"I once sent my girlfriend-at-the-time a text that said 'I'm going to make your vagina cry.' By mistake, I sent it to my mom."
By aping cinema, video gaming's storytellers have been selling themselves short for years. It's time to embrace the medium's unique possibilities.
We talked to the people behind headlines like "I Breastfeed My Dad," "Lover Paid Thugs £50 to Burn Me Alive," and "SOS! Psycho in Our Flowerbed!"
Making Nice, Sumell's collection of short stories, follows the antics of a sometimes-asshole named Alby.
We spoke to the Gutshot author about her new book, egomania, and demented, sexy Bible stories.
Every once in a while you have one of those nights that exceeds every expectation you had. The kind of adventure that, while it's happening, you're pinching yourself to check if it's still real.
Kenan Juska's new exhibition, Daily Operation, brings together 526 sequential collages made of garbage found on the streets of New York between March 2005 and November 2008.
The theory of pheromone attraction is obvious. Squirt your wazzoo behind your knees. Boys like wazzoo. They smell it. Boom. Boys move unconsciously towards you as their Cro-Magnon brains are short-circuited by so-much heady wazzoo aroma.
What one moment seems to me like nothing, the next moment, through Rivka Galchen's eyes, becomes the world. I think one could ask nothing more from a her collection of stories.
I lived in a basement beneath a French professor and his wife, who taught German at a dying school for girls. When Agnes visited, there was the sharp, joyous smell of new tires. That was the smell the blue vibrator released when cleaned.
Missouri, 1959. I'm ten, impressionable and neurotic, angry at being born and lacking the perspective to know how lucky I am. I've got a couple of Viceroy cigarettes I lifted at home, and I go up to the top stadium seats, where I can smoke and cuss and wa…