This is the best human interaction I've read about in a long time. Maybe ever.

Another great solve for the legendary Sherlock Hound

My spouse likes to remind me that I'm one bad lab accident away from becoming a super villain. He's not wrong.

As a woman who's had limited access to pockets for most of her life, why would anyone willingly choose to give up proper pants storage? Clearly, these men don't realize how privileged their existence has been.

Can I call dibs?