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There's a very good chance you don't know what I'm talking about when I use the word Misophonia. There's also a very good chance that if you do know what Misophonia is, you're probably dealing with it on a day-to-day basis. Some of you might have spent your entire life in a constant fight or flight stance, raging against loud chewers, pen clickers, heavy breathers, and other annoying sounds. Well, you're hardly alone.

It's so easy to say that the 1980s were awesome. But were they really? Here's a case-by-case study on whether or not the decade of the 1980s was an awesome one or an awful one. Or maybe it was a healthy dose of both? Let's get nostalgic and dive back into the colorful and blissfully ignorant 1980s.

Oh Yeah! This edition of Animals Doing Human Things is going to be FIRE! Every great work of medieval fiction has a dragon story in it. Well, guess what? There's a whole dragon existence out there somewhere in the multiverse. So get ready to bring these images of day-to-day Dragon life TO LIFE! RAWR!

After Tiff Hooper recognizes Josh Penham, the man who abducted her and kept her in his basement and abused her, she brings her three friends to Raynham for a night of well-deserved revenge on him.Only things don't go according to plan.It is never a good idea to leave a corpse in Raynham's Pleasant Street Cemetery. You run the very real risk of awakening what lies underground there. And that thing - Brainchew - is more horrible and more evil than anything the average mind conceives of even in its worst nightmares.Brainchew is back! And this time the monster is extra-hungry. But there are plenty of delicious human brains about tonight, and Brainchew intends to eat them all before dawn.

It was supposed to be a simple jewel heist, but it went badly wrong. Chuck got shot and died.Lance hid his friend's corpse in the Pleasant Street Cemetery. But that was a big mistake-there was something undead, something extremely hungry . . . something eXXXtremely horrible, buried in the Pleasant Street Cemetery.And Lance had just woken it up.They called the monster Brainchew because it ate brains. Human brains. And it preferred those brains fresh from the heads . . . of the living.And now it was awake again, Brainchew planned on feeding big-time tonight. Oh hell yes, it did.