I've totally been through the same thing, and I have what can best be described as generalized anxiety disorder with a side dish of "pure-O" OCD. Therapy helps, yo. Go get you some.

In New Jersey, we just call that driving in the left lane, but whatever.

You don't even know. When they got arrested for selling meth, the state was going to take their underage kids, but then just let them stay at the neighbor's house. My aunt's solution to getting them back was to marry her now-husband. And it fucking worked. They were all home within like, a month. Wtf all around, Texas.

JESUS FUCK MAN

I can't stop laughing

In middle school, our band was invited to compete in the state of Michigan's public school band competition. Probably not the formal name of it, but whatever - we sucked as a band and it's not that important to the story. Because said competition took over the course of two days in a location that was a three hour…

My personal favorite was a hotel in I think Michigan, that wanted to become on of our brands. When they got initially inspected, the inspector sent in the pictures and we all about died laughing.

I like that this was still a 3 star review for this guy. What does one star look like??

it's entirely possible (probable) he was a ghost

Casper the Breakup-Friendly Ghost

Maybe the boyfriend is the problem, not the ghost. Maybe Casper was trying to help you and you ignored all his warnings.

Story time: I once worked as the midnight desk clerk at a seedy motel in a California resort town. The managers were a horrible, racist elderly couple who treated the housekeeping staff like dirt. One night, I rented a room at 2am to a bunch of hippies who pulled up in a van and paid cash. They seemed like they were…

We went to Hawaii for a major birthday for my mother. Long before Yelp, my father did his best to find a hotel that was nice but also not outrageous in price. He scoured through travel guides and found one he liked. We arrive at night and the hotel looks wonderful. Check in, exhausted from a long flight and we crawl…

You murderer of Christmas.

There's one somewhere in the Chicagoland area, and there's billboards for it on the highways. Every time I see one, I throw up a little bit.

Now I am forced to share my Motel 6 story.

On a sort of related-ish note, this is my favorite Yelp review of an awesome little local restaurant, that admittedly, seems to keep odd hours and only accepts cash (but is delicious):

Only bound and gagged though, could you imagine if he started spouting Republican bullshit a la his dad mid-sex? Instant dryness.

You know what Scott Eastwood? Fuck you.

The Julia Stiles season of Julia Stiles is the worst.