Let me make this clear. I hate baseball.

A Dodger game that goes past 8 PM is basically 3 tablets of Melatonin and a cup of warm milk. The culture is antiquated, the pace is slow, and the pitchers are fat. It’s the sport only an Uncle could love. But…

Hot dogs are sandwiches, and anyone who disagrees with me should be considered an enemy of the state.

“Whoa, man! That’s a little extreme, don’t you think?” No. Not in the slightest, you treasonous slime.

Economically-depressed mountain villages are always bad news. Didn’t Scooby Doo teach us anything?

But don’t tell that to the potential buyers of Tiller, OR — an entire town for sale 230 miles south of Portland. For the low, low price of $3.5 million dollars, you can purchase your…

A monument to man’s arrogance. Man’s totally bad-ass arrogance.

This month, Oklahoma will vote on whether or not to join Texas and Louisiana as states that allow hog-hunting from a helicopter. At first glance, that seems like something I could totally get behind.

Punk-rock is dead. Thankfully, Etsy is here to save it.

I am of the opinion that if you wear a patch-jacket and Doc Martens daily, you are probably a total poser. I don’t care how long you’ve been “fighting the expectations of the status quo” with your mohawk.

You think you’re being considerate, but you’re the biggest jerks on the road.

Are you familiar with a Canadian Stand-Off? It’s when all cars at a four-way stop sign wave each other on for so long, a line forms. Scientists say they can last for hours or until the lone…