We often underestimate the New Year's Eve party, because we're a cocky species destined to destroy itself.
Being Meadow Soprano is exactly as dramatic as it sounds.
This is government bureaucracy at its finest.
Not in a million years would I have the creative brainpower to think I'd need to hand out participation trophies like the ones sitting on my shelf.
The atrocities of the Standing Rock pipeline protests are but a few drops in a giant, Olympic-sized pool.
There are no Illuminati. There are no puppet masters. It's just a bunch of idiots like us.
Proper planning prevents piss-poor performance. And, believe us, some organizations have taken that to an extreme that makes us both respect and fear them.
Some sweaters can put you in a sealed, red HR folder.
Fair warning, you're likely to get triggered.
The Autobahn is a lot more metal than we imagined.
It isn't easy to hide a joke in the Periodic Table, but it happened.
If you had to disappear, could you do it?