This is actually Mr. BallofStess' insane travel story, but its so good I have to share! When he was 16, his family went to Greece for a summer vacation. One afternoon, on the island of Crete, he, his mom, and his dad rented a car and drove to a local beach for the day. As it got to be dinner time, they packed up and…

I was traveling through Ireland with a high school group over Spring Break and one evening we all split up in order to do a home stay with some Irish students our age. I'm at the dinner table with the young man's family, who had kindly welcomed me into their home, and the father asked me if I was excited for Easter.…

impressive!

Or given her a "TOWANDA!"

I see what you mean. What I hope is that it causes him to reexamine his stance. It happened to some people I know. Although I imagine that would work better if it was your child and not your ex-wife.

THIS STORY IS AN ONION FIELD OF FEELINGS.

Suddenly your username has a few new layers of meaning.

You are the best kind of friend. Well, actually, the *best* friends provide an alibi and help you hide the bodies so they'll never be found, but this is a close second.

"She wasn't getting pregnant fast enough." I am a guy and not into women or having children and this still enrages me. I cannot imagine being made to feel bad about my reproductive abilities, especially if I wanted to have children. What a piece of shit.

you are my hero

Bill Maher is a total misogynist. He's a guy that likes women's rights so that he can get laid more. Basically the only thing that I and that performance artist Ann Coulter have ever agreed on is his misogyny.

S.E. Cupp is concentrated, sentient stupidity held together by a flesh suit that the people in charge of hiring want to fuck.

I feel for the parents. They probably quite literally only blinked and he was off. Toddlers have a sixth sense for the picosecond you haven't got a death grip and a laser sight trained on them.

adds more evidence to my theory that toddlers are actually kittens

I would have eaten the shrimp and put the tuna in the drapes, myself, but other than that, I am your sista.

If I knew you in real life, we'd be friends. Good friends. And we'd fucking fart in front of each other about 12 times a day.

Girl, you get 10 beers.

Do you suppose he'd been wearing it all night, you know, just in case?