I can write on my sign, "I just don't like none of y'all." Because none of y'all are making any damn sense.
You don't have to like it, but much like the sun will come up tomorrow and shine down on your morning boner, Mitt Romney will be the GOP nominee for president.
I'm in the Kibera slums of Nairobi, Kenya, to taste my first glass of chang'aa, a local form of moonshine
All fan conventions, be they about comics, RPGs, anime, or whatever, were spawned by science-fiction conventions
Tucked away inside the back room of a beauty salon is a school for Islamic studies tailored to a very specific student body: transsexuals.
Used to be that live-action role-playing (LARP) was nothing more than a bunch of full-grown virgins with action-figure collections
We, the boot-camp girls, stand in a perfect square that lacks one of its four sides.
A Christian group is trying to replace Halloween with JesusWeen. Have fun cleaning all the eggs off your lawn on November 1st, guys!
What is freedom?
There's nothing better than watching newborn animals curiously explore the world around them.
Barbara has the longest hair of anyone we know. It spends most of its time tied up in herringbone and lace plaids
Allow me to wipe the crusted shit from your nostrils, you Dennis Cooper ass-eaters, and tell you that 'Frisk' didn't do a goddamn thing for me.
Two nights ago I was taking my family to see a live performance of 'Yo Gabba Gabba' when I found myself in a high-speed car chase through three towns followed by police.
9.1 billion people will be roving this overcrowded planet by 2050. Millions are already starving and the number of the permanently hungry seems likely to expand
Back in 2002, a psychologist named Daryl Bem began conducting a series of tests. Bem was after the holy grail of cognitive strangeness--precognition, the psychic knowledge of future events.
Dudes like to think that girls can get laid anytime we want. TRUE. But also gigantically FALSE
It was only a matter of time before the weird, semi-real formula that makes people seem like stupid, self-obsessed aliens on the "Jersey Shore" made it to London's "trendy, up-and-coming East End."
What I'm locked up for isn't important. What is important is that I'm stoned-to-the-bone stroke crazy. I am the Jailhouse JizzWizard.
It's all hahahaha, we're kinda crazy, until the moment you're watching your friend slice through the thin layer of fascia on a bird's breast.
It is impossible not to make orgasm noises when Juliette Lewis pushes you into a locker.
A breakfast fit for an overweight Mexican king.
"Why not support one of your favorite bands?" you might ask. Simple: The majority of their fans are fucking idiots.
Last Friday night, my buddy Todd Bratrud and I had an art show in Kansas City, Missouri at a skateboard shop called ESCAPIST. It turned out to be one of the most fun art shows I've ever done.
As you know by now, Steve Jobs, the psychedelics enthusiast, tech innovator, and turtleneck-wearer succumbed to cancer two days ago.