When fandom hits 'Single White Female' levels, we get entertaining and/or depressing yarns like these.
Sometimes things can go spectacularly, amazingly wrong, and (almost) everyone can still walk way.
If places were people, then starting today, you'd never be able to make eye contact with these cities.
It turns out there are times when a fan ascends from the unwashed masses and presents a completely self-made work that kicks the original's ass.
Genitals tend to be a one-per-customer sort of affair. But sometimes, our sex organs double up, and people end up with two thingies where there should be only one ... um, thingy.
We live in a world of strange structures and eldritch locations that are seemingly normal, but are clearly cartoonish supervillain lairs.
Despite the fact that we know most criminals are just assholes, there's still a soft spot in our heart for a good outlaw.
This column is the story of those that went above and beyond and out and around and down into the bowels of hell in order to deliver the greatest fast food website experiences possible.
Have you ever wanted to just dip out and go do some cool shit on the other side of the globe? Shut up, of course you have.
Some filthy rich people don't horde their cash or flaunt it as a status symbol, so much as they use it as a dirty green cheat code.