You can't imagine how relieved I am to see your by-line, Burt. Does this mean you're here for good? Hooray for decent Jezebel weekends!

Me and the Mr. just bought our first house in July, and in the end we were so grateful to have our own real estate agent looking out for us. The seller was a monster who didn't really want to sell in the first place, and wanted nothing to do with us personally (she didn't even show up to the closing). Our agent helped…

I live in Key West. We have the CatMan. He's a ridiculous Frenchman who entertains people during Sunset Celebration. He has many cats that perform the tricks you mentioned above and one even jumps through flaming hoops.

Check your Asian pear priviledge, please.

The instructor probably didn't want to single you out. It was your first class, of course you're not going to be able to do a lot of it correctly. And you may be marginally better the second class, but you just gotta fake it til you make it, kween! There is definitely an adjustment period when starting a new exercise…

I just finished Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. I could barely put it down. Its a biography about an 1936 Olympic runner who becomes a bombardier in WW2 fighting in the Pacific. His plane goes down, and he's stranded in the middle of the ocean and eventually drifts to shore only to be captured and held in a terriblw…

Echoing the cheering that you're now writing on the weekends!

We will live in it and eat marked down halloween candy. Heaven.

I'm embarrassed for Jezebel that this gets top billing on the home page because it is neither written well nor at ALL interesting.

When I read, "RIP, Dourtney..." I was way upset thinking their dog died... then mollified when I read that they were just divorcing.

I'm way more likely to believe that you had dealings with a stripper apparition than believe you were in grad school without insurance. I wasn't allowed to sign up for classes without proof of health insurance. Those universities cover their ass.

The haunted strip club sounds like bullshit to me. She never asked anyone if a stripper had killed herself in that room? She got an MRI without insurance even though she was in grad school, and they make it manditory to have insurance? I'm wearing my skeptical face, right now.

In 7th grade my then "boyfriend" (we barely held hands) said his friend thought I looked like a chocolate eclair, as in I was 'big'. Its haunted me since. However, thanks to facebook, I'm soothed by the fact that my former "boyfriend" is pretty chubby.

Awesome story! I hope this one wins all the money!

Ha, same thing happened to me with my drunk aunt at Christmas, "Eybrows are VERY important!" I was probably 12 so I went to the basement and cried. Meanwhile every hair on my body is blonde, so you can hardly tell I have eyebrows.

Good ending!!

Good Story! My worst nightmare is to find my dream house is haunted.

Oh my god, that is terrible! Poor mom!

Are these the same gypsies that have those big elaborate weddings?

Justin is clearly on steroids. Too bad he's only getting the bad side-effects.