That may very well be the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.

I used to date a med school student as she was going through her human anatomy dissections, and a video showed how human remains were put through a band saw like a grotesque butcher shop to achieve such high-definition pictures of human meat. Seeing…

Centers for Research on Advanced Caucasian Cornea Analysis (CRACCA)

All I can see is a place to put two Knight Rider scanner lights.

I’ll give it a go, the bar I’ve set for myself couldn’t be lower so I have no excuse.

Compliments of McMike:

“This is the photo of Aretha Franklin and Pattie Labelle we intended to publish”

Congratulations on your COTD win Mr Vin!

I don’t think they’re blind. I think they’ve evolved highly specialized vision. For example, apparently a Fox News viewer can differentiate all these faces:

Hey, what I did in 8th grade science class is between me and Carla Sheppard. The important thing is no one got seriously hurt and Carla’s eyebrows grew back in time for the spring dance.

If Torch was the crazy cat lady, he would have suggested strapping Go pros to neighborhood kids and telling them there was money hidden in the car.  

Set a fire underneath the car to smoke the critters out. If the whole car goes up in flames, you just saved yourself a lot of trouble.

I am not equipped with enough word-knitting ability to weave a tapestry out of the favor some almighty things has bestowed upon this royal voicebox.

Throw a tent over it and toss in a few bug bombs.

How much does Lara make, to tolerate, and maybe fuck Eric?

With the rapid gentrification of H-street, it’s becoming more and more white.

Has anyone broken the news to this guy that Germany really, really hates their Nazi history and is deeply shamed by it?

White privilege is a helluva drug...

Ramen tip #12: if you feel really fancy, poach an egg in the broth (just crack an egg into the softened, simmering noodles and let it sit) and serve with the yolk still a lil runny. Mmm...

In defense of vegans, my boyfriend used to live with several vegetarian-turned-vegans who were excellent cooks. I was mostly bummed when they became vegan and the desserts weren't as good. They did their best, but nothing lives up to a brown butter pecan pie.

Let me tell you a tale of the time I lived with many vegans . . .