I liked it but I went in wanting to fly. So fly I did. I was injured and now I am medically retired, but if I had the ability to keep flying, I absolutely would have. Long droning flights burning holes in the sky over Afghanistan, long droning flights cutting a path over some ocean, long droning flights spent…

I'm visualizing this woman as she posts these.

"...he came out to give me a so called 'Leith massage,' which is essentially being bashed."

This is totally fake. If she was really in Australia, she'd have spun the other way.

it's a shame-based culture. you come from a guilt-based culture.

Also hate when people don't specify Paris, TX or Rome, GA.

just an amazingly weird mind....

So... if we hop aboard the Ray Rice train of thought, his wife is a failure for not getting up after he pummeled her.

Oh Tim, you're so naive. The Cavs, LeBron's former team, got the 1st pick. The Heat, Lebron's current team, got the 26th pick. 1-26? Do I have to spell it out for you? It's the number of letters in the alphabet. Now, let's break down that word, "alphabet." Al, a popular name. Pha, a phonetic spelling of a…

Yes. And I'm answering this seriously even though it was rhetorical. (I know this stuff intimately, so to speak. I had a bi-lateral lung transplant 4 and a half years ago and I have degrees in medical ethics.) On the receiving side of the transplant, when you go through the consent process, there is a "socially high…

My favorite part was where you cited nothing to support your argument that weightlifting in prison contributes to recidivism on the outside or violence in the institution.

Great point! I have no idea why he didn't write this essay with you in mind!

I used to do this all the time as a child too. It's called "not having a dad"

My cousin and his wife used to post this shit DAILY to each other and they lived in a fucking one bedroom apartment. Our entire family made fun of them to their faces until they both shut down their profiles.

Overly Personal Impersonal Zombies: "Six years ago, I made the greatest decision of my life and married (tagged spouse name). Darling, as much as I loved you then, I love you even more every day. Happy anniversary!"

I am pretty much in love how your slow breakdown in civility to responses in trying to repeatedly defend/restate your point is analogous to your problem with Bomani's delivery in the first place.

You guys have awakened in my mind with your hideous tales a story which has been dormant for a long time, like an Eldritch horror squirreled away in my subconcious, venomously dreaming.

New Year's Eve, 2010. After a very nice pre-game of oysters and champagne, mistercharles and I got on the #1 bus in Cambridge to head back to Boston to properly Auld Lang Syne. As we got on the bus, the driver barked, "All the way back", which didn't seem meaningful until I glanced to my right and stopped so…

When I was in high school, I used to hang out in a dowtown park with my friends after class to play frisbee, mostly. This particular park always had a population of crust punk kids hanging out, usually taking a break before hitchhiking one way or another.

I sat with friends in a cafe in Manhattan during a rain storm. The entire cafe was the disturbed front row audience to two homeless men having anal sex in the doorway of the house across the street. This was not a dark, seedy, NYC alley, this was a lovely, upscale little neighborhood in the middle of the afternoon. 5…