There’s drunk, and then there’s “broke into a locked Virginia liquor store and passed out in the bathroom” drunk. And that’s exactly what one raccoon managed to pull off in Ashland, reminding all of us that nature has absolutely no respect for closing hours or inventory management. The store was…
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When Did Fun Become Illegal? The Vanishing Art of Being American
There was a time when being bored was a skill. You didn’t scroll through your phone—you made up entertainment. Usually at someone else’s expense. Like ringing a stranger’s doorbell and sprinting away laughing so hard you could barely breathe. “Ding-dong ditch” wasn’t about cruelty; it was childhood cardio. We also…
Humor
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“Raspberry Parade” and Other Hits We’ve Been Singing Wrong for Decades
I was flipping through the TV the other day and landed on MTV. Actual music videos — imagine that. And there was Prince, strutting through a purple haze of 80s glory, singing what I have confidently introduced on radio stations as “Raspberry Parade.” Except, of course, it’s “Raspberry Beret.” Early…
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Laugh Until You Drop… Literally-The Strange Science of Dying from Humor
People say laughter is the best medicine. But like all medicine, take too much—and it might kill you. Now before you cancel your Netflix comedy queue, it’s worth noting: death by laughter is rare. Very rare. As in “lightning-strike-while-winning-the-lottery” rare. But it has happened. Enough times, in fact, that doctors…
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The Meals We Grew Up On (and a Few I’d Still Refuse to Eat)
We didn’t grow up with oat milk, quinoa, or delivery apps that bring your dinner before your patience runs out. We grew up with cans, boxes, and whatever Mom could stretch to feed five people. Nobody called it “budget-friendly cuisine” back then—it was just dinner. Some of it was good….
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Paris Official Declares Truce With Rats. The Rest of Us Declare Nausea
There’s a Paris politician who walks around with a live rat on his shoulder. I wish that sentence were a joke, but it’s not. His name’s Gregory Moreau, and this isn’t a Halloween stunt or a social experiment. It’s his actual campaign to “reconcile Parisians with rats.” I’ve seen some…