What happens when you put a dead rat in a jar full of human shit? Let's find out.
The grossness had outgrown its glassy prison. It was time to transfer the disgusting contents to a new jar, and throw in some bits of animal.
It's back and it's already awful.
We're bringing back the disgusting mess of shit just in time for Easter.
In 1980, the neighborhood of Love Canal in Niagara Falls was evacuated after the EPA figured out that chemicals seeping up from an old, buried toxic waste dump were causing the residents' kids to be born as disease-prone mutants.
A little over a year ago, we ran an article in which we pitted a friend of ours against some cockroaches (it ended with several of their heads in his mouth-remember?).
A lot of times when people bring up the Gross Jar with somebody from the magazine, they think they're being super clever by saying stuff like, "Man, what if something's alive in there" all sarcastically.
Spring has come, and our former rat deficiency has blossomed like a patch of verminous rhododendron into an overwhelming abundance.
Ever since our bacchanalian yarf-off back in August, we've been sort of quietly avoiding the Gross Jar. Everyone's high spirits that day filled us with a speedlike sense of ambition and we swore to really get back into the project, but then we couldn't...
A dedicated reader in San Francisco keeps an assortment of gross jars in her house. Here they are...A few months ago I was keeping a huge, oozy garden slug in a jar along with a few daddy longlegs and some vegetation. One day I noticed the slug was...
Due to overwhelming amounts of reader mail requesting its return, we are pleased to bring you Gross Jar 2.0.