During a YouTube binge, I discovered something. Al from Home Improvement is the man I should have been. I should have taken his lessons on board, instead of laughing at him.
Joaquin’s Joker is an ugly, purposeless film, one that attempts to take us through the transformation into pure evil, but comes up well short.
Puns. They’re not hurting anyone, right? Wrong. Radical pundamentalist joke killers are on the rise, and you could be next.
Fully functioning sexbots are only a decade away, but the concept of the carnal robot has long taken root in our fiction. We should be ashamed of ourselves.
In a completely original move, I’ve decided to get into house plants. However, with so many millennials gleefully entering plant parenthood, I think I know why.
On March 4th, we lost the frontman of The Prodigy and the hottest man in 90210. With celebrity death comes our social media farewells. Disappointingly, we’re discussing the wrong issue.
Those who openly love robots are called “digisexuals,” but it is their rise that is interesting, as it was predictable. Also, questionable.
Very shortly, I will be a father. The only problem is, I don’t think I’m up to it. My partner has made the jump, but I’m unsure how.
The internet lost all of its mind over Kanye West’s love for Donald Trump. However, in the example of him and Morrissey, I don’t think we’re really that mad.
Everyone hates slow walkers, but you know what? Compared to these bastards, they’re borderline saints.