Ladies, I realize this might be a hard article to relate to, but if it helps, you can pretend I'm talking about the volvo or the lamia. (I don't know a lot about biology. Or women.)
Nothing brings out humanity's inner psychopath like seeing a homeless person minding his own business.
Occasionally, a serious crime can be solved by a series of coincidences so implausible that they'd be cut from the first draft of a 'CSI' episode.
Nothing will stop Clark Kent from keeping a secret. Nothing.
The 'system' comes with a number of refined and subtle processes designed to make sure the complaints of the few get ignored by the many.
We tend to assume that when it comes time to do the writing itself, most authors put their drugs aside for a while so they can get the work done. But it turns out that nope.
The Internet's stupidest conspiracy theories are bleeding into the real world.
There's a reason you don't see many elderly stunt performers, and it's not that they all eventually get sent to a lovely farm upstate where they can jump all the buses they want.
Small talk is hard. That's why people at parties sometimes stare at their phones or get drunk instead of having conversations.
Why the hell would anyone want to own one of these creepfests?
We spoke to veteran exterminator Ben Denny, who told us that working as a poison-slinging vermin destroyer provides you with a unique perspective on the world.
We talked to a woman named Megan Crocker, who watched two people get murdered right in front of her. And it all resulted from an idiotic string of accidents.