The driver of the ATV left his buddies behind and led police on a high speed chase—couch in tow—that ended on a frozen lake.
She probably isn't lovin' it.
Police ended up finding more than 50 sexually explicit and illegal photos on his laptop.
In Japan, a land of where obsessive admiration and irony are sometimes indistinguishable to outsiders, the three-note song that marks the completion of French fries is the stuff of obsession.
Stingy McDonald's fans take note.
Last week, McDonald’s set up shop within a stone’s throw of the home of the Catholic Church in Vatican-owned property, and not everyone is lovin’ it.
Is it meant to to be a pair of ivory mittens playfully catching a glistening snowflake, a middle-aged man about to begrudgingly get his prostate examined, or just a wee bit of regular old sexual conquest?
Things get weird, as evidenced by a recent incident in North Carolina.
Name tag-wearing fast-food vigilantes use whatever they have on hand—condiments, a mouthful of spit, and their own restaurant’s speakers—to carry out their own brand of justice.