Yesterday, we brought you true stories of restaurant horror, courtesy of you, the grease-stained Gawker readership. Today: ten more tales of skeevy managers, bodily fluids, and stone cold murder.

Yesterday, we asked you, the ketchup-stained Gawker readership, for your horror stories of working in restaurants. My, did you fail to disappoint! Below, ten tales of glory.

A shooting spree in Grand Rapids, Michigan, has left seven dead, including one child. The suspect, 34-year-old Rodrick Dantzler (pictured), is currently holed up in an apartment with at least one hostage.

Thanks to the unfortunate luck of 12-year-old Wade Schlote of Colorado, we now have a clear protocol on what to do when a moth crawls into your ear as you sleep, painfully lodging itself deep inside your ear canal and refusing to die. Take note.

Demographic analysis is not all that hard, if you think about it. Young white kids are flooding into our nation's cities; the crumbling suburban wasteland, therefore, is welcoming an influx of formerly urban black people. This could be seen as a reasonably fair trade, except for one key factor—the old people are still there in the suburbs. And they're cranky.

Happy Monday morning, everyone. Remember that huge mass grave of murder victims found in Mexico this month? Yes, well. It's up to 177 bodies now. And, believe it or not, its mere existence is not the worst part.

The dude who decided not to get in on his usual office lottery pool on the very day that it hit a $319 million jackpot is SPEAKING OUT and TELLING HIS STORY, so that even the most miserable of us shall be able to put a face to our "at least I'm not that guy" self-reassurances. His name is Michael Kosko, he's an I.T. worker in Albany, and he "didn't have two singles" to chuck in the pool that day. And he declined to take a $2 loan from a coworker. Bummer.

A group of seven state IT workers in Albany, playing in their regular office lottery pool, hit the recent $319 million Mega Millions jackpot. And then there was the eighth guy. The one who usually played, but...just had a feeling about this one. According to the NY Post:

A seven-year-old girl in Germany discovered seven-foot boa constrictor in her toilet, according to police. The snake was likely a former pet that had escaped into the sewer system; animal control officers apparently snapped the above photo before it slithered off to make more psychologists in the future very rich. The girl is, as far as we know, safe. The takeaway from this story (and a similar one from the Bronx last year) is: Always look in the toilet bowl before you sit down. [German Herald; AFP via The Daily What]

Gather round, children, and listen to the terrifying tale of New York City Housing Authority employee Anthony Dingle: in his workplace of woe, poor Anthony lived in a constant state of dread, fearing the evil cackle of his shrewish supervisor. Career—or calamity? This, we tell you, is a story of the darkest depths of distress and dejection. The story of a man whose boss's voice made him puke.

Tired of high-pitched sirens disturbing the quiet peace of the quaint, idyllic burg in which you chose to make your home—New York, NY? Good news. The NYPD is switching from its old screeching siren to a new brand of siren called The Rumbler. It's better because it rumbles!

A US Airways flight from DC to Hartford was all set to take off Monday when—hey, do you hear a sort of muffled, thumping, screaming sound? Yes. Yes, definitely. The passengers did in fact hear that sound. It was a baggage handler who'd been locked in the cargo hold under the plane, by one of his colleagues, by accident. Whoops! Could be a very tense situation at the workplace, after that. The baggage handler got out though, and was fine (physically). The plane got off on time! It could have been worse.

The Way We Live Now: requesting a do-over. We made our best guess, and it didn't work out. Let's run it back. Let's try again. Let's make a different bet. Let's get a refund, and re-invest! Repay us, immediately!

Maybe advertising was different in the 1970s—when this commercial for Fig Newtons made its debut—but I honestly cannot fathom why Nabisco would think that this creepy-as-all-hell ad would make anyone want to buy anything. Like, ever. Watch inside.

Some 500 people on a subway in New York City were stuck on the tracks for seven hours on Sunday night after snow on the third rail shorted out the train's power. Meaning they had no heat.

The average 2009 college grad had $24,000 in student loan debt. But in today's debt-wracked world, some have it much worse. Meet one of the outliers: 23 years old, more than $200,000 in student loans, begging for help.

To the standard "Subway nightmares" list of being pushed onto the tracks, sitting on nasty seats, or just embarrassing yourself, we can add: leaning out over the tracks and having a train hit you in the head. It happens.

Here's a story about a man who got his balls waxed for charity in an English pub. When they pulled off the wax, six layers of skin came off and he almost lost his balls. Thanks, The Sun! (pic shutterstock)

A Massachusetts man was cleaning a "vacuum-type machine" used to season sausages. Then it turned on, sucking up his head and shoulders. He was helped out and is OK, but he'll never look at a brat the same way. [AP]

Every toilet on a British Airways flight from England to the Cayman Islands filled up. Passengers were told not to drink. Crashing into the sea is not the worst thing that can happen during a trans-Atlantic flight. Happy Sunday! [DailyMail]