What was that? A sound in the night? Oh, don’t worry. It’s just Fluffy. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. But that might just be because he hasn’t had a chance […]
It’s time for another Thrift Store Finds filled with angry dudes, worried women, and completely well adjusted priests. So basically real life with a dash of “OK Boomer” energy baked […]
Strap on your thinking caps, class, because, well, you’ll see.
There is a very thin line between educator and insan-in-ator.
Remember the time your mom found you masturbating? One minute you were just sitting in your closet, wedged between your old stuffed animals, minding your own business, so to speak, and the next you were covering your crotch in horror while your mom served out a laundry list of warnings on just what happened to bad children like you.
We all go through that phase where we have to grapple with the concept of reality. . . . Right?
You better watch out, you better not cry. Santa Clause is coming to decimate a bunch of teens.
Dana Brookins’ Soul Eater checks the boxes of a classic haunted house book: flawed characters, a run down town, skeptics, believers. And yet in classic mid-80s fashion, it still ends up marching to the beat of its own drum.
Angelina Watson wasn’t bitten by a vampire.
Hail . . . Satan?