We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into when we asked for your subway horror stories. Here are some of the grossest things we've ever heard, and the winner of our sick little contest.
The D train was just declared the dirtiest subway route in New York City. But in addition to old newspapers and empty bottles, there are some grosser things to be found on those cars. Time to share horror your stories!
Cable provider horror stories seem to be about a dime a dozen these days and, from time to time, GawkerTV receives correspondence from readers with a bone to pick. Today's story comes from Vickie, who went through hell and back trying to cancel her DirecTV subscription.
Yesterday, one of Oprah's ex-employees sent us her tale of woe working at her media company, Harpo. Now a few more readers have come out of the woodwork to share their stories and sightings.
This week we brought you excerpts from the gossipy new Oprah biography by Kitty Kelley. Today we heard from an ex-Harpo staffer who shared with us all sorts of juicy details about what life's like working for the daytime diva.
We told you about the people that suck on Facebook and Twitter and you responded with horror tales about the people you know. Here are some of the best, and we'd love to hear more!
It has been snowing since yesterday morning. It is not the Snowpocalypse or Snowmageddon or Snowicane. It is just snow. It happens every year. And it is awesome, glorious, and beautiful. But when it's done being those things, it sucks.
We've gotten tons of terrible tales concerning today's holiday. We decide a winner tomorrow. If you have a new one, be sure to leave it on the original post. Try to be funny—today is depressing enough. [Flickr]
We've already gotten tons of terrific tales of romantic woe. Be sure to leave yours on the original post. You could win a prize! Even if you don't, reading the torturous stories is pleasure enough. [Image via Oxygeon's Flickr]
Yeah, Valentine's Day sucks, but this year we're not hating on it. Instead, we're going to ask you to tell us all your terrible tales of lovesickness that revolve around February 14th. For the best (worst?) there is a prize!
