THANK YOU FORMER EMPLOYEES!

Ain’t defamation if it’s true.

If that’s what you wanna call working through how your mom disrespected your paganism during your divorce from your ex-wife in 2009 in the comments section of a video game website appended with “And also, this was when Farmville happened”, then I mean, godspeed. Cheaper than therapy, I suppose.

Sir, this is a Wendy’s.

“this may just be untenable.” I think you mean... it may just be un-Tenet-able!

(I’m a guy)

Like the Mass Effect 3 ending all over again. 

Miracle Whip > Mayo anyway.

This is the kind of headline that could have used a definite article at the opening. “Doctor Who Tried to Warn...” has a distinctly different meaning for some people than if they were to read “The Doctor Who Tried to Warn....”

the malware apps in question are so bizarre and pointless, you’d have to be the dumbest Android user on Earth to download them in the first place

Yeah, I feel like maybe that whole bit at the end shouldn’t be glossed over as much as you seem to want to. I think this is one of those “two sides to every story” cases. It might be a case of “innocent woman topless in her own home, vengeful ex-wife reports activity and step-mother’s life is ruined”. Or, it could be…

Can we PLEASE focus on the positive here? Her wish came true!

I take it you weren’t a MoviePass member, then?

Long-time reader, first-time writer. Apologies on the length.

My family and I live north of Chicago and bought a home last year. The previous homeowner’s parents built the home (in 1986) so we thought we knew everything.

The home has a main floor, upstairs (four bedrooms), finished basement (one bedroom) and attic. The…

This isn’t too scary, maybe just a bit spine tingling.

“Gravel Shoes”

This story is absolutely true. When I was a teenager in the late 70s, my parents had a back-to-the–land phase and bought an old farmhouse in the country. Although our main residence was still in the city, we would spend weekends and summer vacations at the farm, growing vegetables, renovating the old house, and…

“Deeper Into The Woods”

Been waiting to post this since last year! Apologies in advance for the length, and hopefully this gets out of the greys.

Two years ago, I got severely, awfully sick (probably the flu). I didn’t go to work for the entire week. It was all I could do just to keep myself drinking liquids and soup and shuffling to bed. The worst part was my husband was traveling for business, so I was all alone, just me and our sweet black cat Libby.