America’s 3 favorite days: from preparation to gluttony to the aftermath. When you face off against Thanksgiving, you are the winner AND the loser.

Look, nobody MEANT to run you over. So how about we call the whole thing off, here. How about we meet at Dennys and bury the almost literal hatchet?

This locksmith was sure he had love on lockdown, but maybe you really do need the keys to get into someone’s heart. Pity, really.

When your wife asks for ketchup on her eggs, should you divorce her? Sometimes a woman’s cravings are just too much biology to bear.

I’m a man of means. Means enough that, if you cease this infantile complaining, we can end this evening sharing a meal at Cracker Barrel.

You knew the New York Times had a bestseller list. But did you know they’re also keeping track of last place? The worst titles you’ll ever read.

Just another story of a teen boy, through his love of Metallica, discovering how much he has in common with the struggles of black women. Wait, what?

Struggling to find the words to tell your family you’re an anti-masker? Finally, a guide for coming out as a bare-faced, freedom-loving American.

The 1990s are widely revered as the Golden Age of hip-hop. But not everything in the game was so shiny. Here’s the worst hip-hop slang of the era.