Kitchen Nightmares, Vol. 2: Sex, Poop, Murder

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 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.
We asked for your most shocking tales from summer employment, and boy did you all deliver. While there were plenty of stories that were amazing (and sad and gross and scary), there was only one that was good enough to be the winner.
We asked our beloved commenters for their best and worst breakup stories. We received lots of tales of heartbreak that would make even the most diehard romantic hate Valentine's Day. But, naturally, there could only be one winner.
We are about to enter the manufactured romantic season of Valentine's Day with all its candies, cards, and flowers. Boo! Instead of having a candlelight dinner, we're going to celebrate the darker side of romance: the breakup.
We asked for your stories about receiving horrible gifts for Christmas, and they turned out to be even worse (or is that better?) than we ever expected. Here are some of our favorites, and the well-deserved winner.
Our second annual Thanksgiving Horror Stories contest generated many more tales of woe than last year's edition. But out of the thousands of awful holidays, these are the worst—or are they the best—as well as this year's winner.
This Thanksgiving did you get groped by the TSA? Did your cat use the dinner table as a toilet? Did you burn the turkey? Share your Thanksgiving horror stories and win a case of booze to ease the pain.
Last year we had so much fun hearing your accounts of holidays gone horribly awry, we decided to do it again. Like grandma getting drunk and cursing you out, it's a new Thanksgiving tradition!
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.
In the past week, we've brought you two installments of real (horror) stories from real Wal-Mart employees. Today, our third and final installment: bloody applesauce, child porn, post-concussion drug-testing, health code violations, and employees who are very, very angry.
In honor of Wal-Mart's plan to infiltrate NYC, last week we brought you real tales of Wal-Mart life from real Wal-Mart employees. Today, even more: heartbreaking horror stories, awful customers, inside tricks, and tips for you, the unfortunate Wal-Mart shoppers.
In the wake of folk hero flight attendant Steven Slater quitting his job so spectacularly, we asked for your own tales about going out in a blaze of glory. Wow, you all sure have left jobs in creative ways!
We all dream about quitting our jobs in some spectacular fashion, but flight attendant Steven Slater actually did it! He's not the first one to go out on a high note. Tell us your great tales (or fantasies) of quitting!
Wanna read something depressing about our legal system today? We recommend this article: "I took some photos of my kids naked on a camping trip. A drugstore employee called the police — and my family's life became a living hell."
On Wednesday we asked for your vacation horror stories, and you people delivered with some shitty vacations. Literally. Step on in for tales of woe that will shock and amaze you, and might make you stay at home this summer.