We humans are pretty smart. But are there animals who are actually smartest than we are? Certainly animals learn from us, but how much have we learned from them? I can assure you that it's much more than you think.

Join us for a fascinating look at animals, and we include us humans in this discussion. Join us, DORKS!

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Today, we’re wading into the murky, chlorinated waters of digital crime. But forget everything you know from heist flicks. We’re not talking about guys in ski masks with drill bits and a pathological fear of laser grids. The modern con artist doesn’t need a gun—just a convincing email, a stolen logo, and a shocking amount of our collective, digitally-induced gullibility.

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If you’ve lived long enough, you’ve hit hard times. Maybe you couch-surfed after a breakup, or survived on ramen in college. But for some of us? Rock bottom wasn’t just ‘tight budget’—it was ‘no roof, no bed, and definitely no Wi-Fi’.

Yet here’s the wild part: some of the richest, most successful people on Earth didn’t just hit rock bottom—they lived there. Slept in cars. Panhandled for food. Showered in gas stations. And then—somehow—they turned ‘I’m homeless’ into ‘I’m a household name’.

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For many of us, these songs were the background of childhood. The moment you heard that theme, you ran to the living room—no questions asked. Maybe your family watched together, or maybe you just knew everyone else in the house was tuning in too. Either way, that song meant something. It meant your show was on. And now? Hearing it again takes us right back—to simpler times, to family rituals, to moments we didn’t even realize we’d miss until years later.

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The Sydney Sweeney American Eagle jeans ad dropped like a denim-wrapped atomic bomb—and half of the internet lost its mind. Not over the jeans. Over the genes. The campaign cheekily played with the pun “It’s in her jeans,” which triggered a backlash because, apparently, genetic beauty is now offensive.

But let’s set aside the woke whining and look at the ad’s actual brilliance: it tapped straight into the DNA of 1980s advertising nostalgia. Think: Brooke Shields in Calvin Kleins, whispering "nothing comes between me and my Calvins". Brands are clearly flipping back through the decades and pulling out retro blueprints—bold, sexy, unapologetic. And guess what? It’s working.

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Alright, listen up, you weeping sacks of self-pity—The Dork Side is here to drag you out of your emotional dumpster fire. Yeah, life kicked you in the teeth? Good. Now you’ve got more room for snacks.

You think you’ve got problems? Unless you’re currently being hunted by a cartel for stealing their emotional support llama, sit down and shut up. Today, we’re showcasing people who turned their train wrecks into luxury cruise ships (that may or may not still be on fire, but hey—free buffet).

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What’s up, fatties? Yeah, I said it. Don’t @ me—just look in the mirror and ask yourself: ‘How many times have I lost weight only to find it again like a bad penny?’ HOW MANY TIMES, YO-YO MA?!

We are a nation of professional dieters, spending billions to shrink-wrap our guts while somehow becoming the planet’s plus-size champions. The government may be finally fixing the racket, having added RFK Jr.’s as  Health Czar. I’ve learned that my government has been trying to kill me.

Before RFK Jr, Michelle Obama took a more heavy-handed approach where pretty much 80% of the country was fat based on the new BMI. 

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The 1990s were when sitcoms went from “warm family hug” to “passive-aggressive roommate with commitment issues”—and we loved it.

I grew up watching shows that taught me everything from how to fake sincerity (Seinfeld), to how to pivot furniture up a stairwell (Friends), to how to get rich in Bel-Air after one little fight in West Philly.

If the '80s sitcoms were a Norman Rockwell painting, the '90s were a mixtape made by a neurotic, self-aware college kid who didn’t know how to love but could recite every line of Frasier.

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I was practically raised by 1980s sitcoms. My babysitters were four Golden Girls, a talking car, and a bartender named Sam who never wore a tie but always had life advice. And honestly? They did a better job than most licensed professionals today.

This was the golden age of fake families solving real problems in 22 minutes—with hugs, hijinks, and no visible bathrooms. Back then, a “very special episode” meant someone learned a hard lesson… and you learned not to skip a Thursday night. The stakes were high. Someone might run away, OD, or worse—kiss their cousin.

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I grew up on 1970s sitcoms—which means I was raised by a cranky junk dealer in Watts, an overweight Italian sweat hog in Brooklyn, a cigar-chomping Puerto Rican janitor, a loudmouth bigot from Queens, and a dry-cleaning mogul who moved on up to the East Side. Basically, my entire childhood was like a diversity training program... that worked.

These shows didn’t just entertain—they indoctrinated. But not in the modern sense, where every sitcom feels like a gender studies dissertation disguised as a cooking show. No, back then, we learned real lessons. Like:

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