A child looks you dead in the eye, ready to deliver a soul-crushing insult. What comes out is pure, chaotic poetry: "You smell like a Tuesday." This is the glorious, unfiltered world of kid insults, ...

Strapped into a crude homemade straitjacket and tied to a child's potty, Genie Wiley knew nothing outside the darkness of her ...

Someone asked, “Those who have worked for the rich, what is a product or service we would never guess exists?” and people shared their best examples.

Before the school of hard knocks teaches us how to be truly mean, our insults are pure, chaotic poetry. It’s a world where ...