One writer with IBS undertakes a poo crawl across the English capital, from Starbucks to Buckingham Palace.
If you can get to the gates of heaven and tell God you never needed to shit in the wrong place then good for you but this guy really can not do that and he deserves some tender thoughts from us all.
Shitting? In a nightclub? Surely there's been some mistake!
It's a dystopian solution to international complaints against Chinese tourists for spitting in the streets, yelling in restaurants, fighting in public, and otherwise disrespecting local customs and laws.
Here for the first time in the public domain is THAT video. We’re so sorry.
We've seen some weird stuff, but cartoon penises affixed to cartoon breasts that excrete cartoon poop kinda threw us for a loop.
The first time Bold took acid, he had a bad trip. But by junior year of college, Bol was spending time with a group whose parties could best be described as hippy raves. Over the next few months, Bol underwent a transformation that left him in...
If you haven’t already heard, over a dozen people contracted food poisoning—some got it so bad they even wound up in the hospital—from Toronto’s sloppy ol’ CNE. Give me a fucking break.