My name is Robert Evans. I'm an editorial manager at Cracked and I run the personal experience article team. I can be reached at revanswriter@gmail.com.
This cult had a rare transition: From crazy to sane. It usually runs the other way, and doesn't stop until the men in white coats take it down with a net.
In 1932, Hollywood introduced the movie-going public to the concept of drowning movie extras in quicksand, and to everybody's surprise, we started masturbating. Here's a closer look at this phenomenon.
I interviewed a spokesman with the DEA, along with four experts in the field, to find out why a whole bunch of people with terrible, chronic pain are about to become criminals.
In the insanity that is the 2016 election, a few thousand loud, angry, and mostly very young people have found themselves acting, collectively, as some of Donald Trump's most valued advisers.
There's nothing we take more seriously here than fact-checking, so I stole Editor-In-Chief Jack O'Brien's credit card, booked a flight to Slovenia, and spent a week finding out if salamanders make you trip balls.
It's impossible to predict exactly what kind of dumb, expensive television stunt the Trump campaign might go with. But there's a high probability that it will completely bizarre.
