MynameisMoniker
MynameisMoniker
MynameisMoniker

I used google. You should give it a go, pretty great little tool.

I was rear ended at a stop light by a dude going 40 miles an hour. He totaled my car. I got out and exchanged insurance information with him. I didn't go on a racist tirade & threaten to kill him because I am not, in fact, clinically insane.

i wonder if she can see Mecca from her kitchen window ????

I suppose we'll have to add "Parenting While Black" to the list of offenses that warrant having your whole life turned upside down.

When my grandmother died in hospital in 2000 from a heart attack after suffering 2 strokes, my grandfather started writing a book. He travelled all over Manitoba, or as much as he could in his old age, and studied four hundred years of Manitoban history. Then he wrote the book "It Happened in Manitoba". It was

I don't even care. My personal privacy is nothing compared to protecting a child. Most of my emails are related to career, family and a few kind of personal health related things. But I know I've got nothing criminal to hide, so it really doesn't bother me.

Who is looking at that bag when he looks like that ? I need to go do some crunches.

damn, now i really have zero excuse not to get my act together, this dude rocks .

USE CONDOMS, PEOPLE.*

I would make another pun, but I can't think of anything Elsa.

Nonsense! Take pride in your work!

Clearly, this post will be the mane attraction of the day.

Is this the rationalization you use when you knock your girlfriend unconscious? "oh, she threw the first slap, everything is fair game now."

I met my now-husband on a street corner in Bangkok. I was lost and he was just standing there with a map.

My wife's first name is essentially my last name, so even before we met mutual friends of ours decided we would have to marry. We met at an all-ages dance club in '88. I had just purchased one of those toys that expand in water from a gumball machine and at the moment I had it soaking in a red solo cup. "Would like

December 1985, I was skateboarding home and I was cutting thru the 7-11 parking lot when a sububan backs out and hits me. I wasn't hurt, just on the ground like wtf happened. The guy got out of his car to apologize and help me up. I cursed him out and I left. He found me days later and asked me out on a date. He then

I met my bf on a gay hook-up site while visiting rural Texas. I had a graduate degree in semiotics and made performance art in NYC and he was a cowboy from Oklahoma. I met him in a 19th century cemetery near where we both lived. I took one look at him when he pulled up in his truck and I was instantly in love. After

My mom decided to date my dad when, of the 3 men on a co-ed camping trip, he was the only one to offer to walk her to the port-a-potty in the dark. They married 3 years later. #romance