Faking a painting for money seems like the kind of crime that only exists in glitzy heist movies in which the thieves all wear tuxedos.
Every once in a while, a person comes along who's somehow less believable than their closest movie stereotype.
B-movies don't even vaguely resemble anything that could happen in real life. Well, actually ...
Some last requests are rather unreasonable.
The tale is, as usual, a bit complicated.
The evil in world only needs you to succumb to a warm, dense fog that will descend upon you at some point in adulthood. That fog is called Mediocrity.
Russian dogs have learned how to ride the subway and steal your sandwiches.
We are running out of people for some especially vital jobs.
Accidents happen.
This is the story of a man who raged against the vagina and lost.
It's not you, it's science.
Let us tip our hats to the wonderfully insane people who dreamed up terrifyingly cartoon-like solutions to very serious problems.
We can go weirder. We MUST go weirder.
The world has treated many predictors of doom and gloom as nerds who were off their meds, only admitting that they were right after it started raining limbs.