precisely. In fact, the law of averages might imply paranormal activity is more likely to occur in densely populated areas, but at least there's someone there to hear you scream.

That story is pretty much the reason I no longer dream of moving to the country

I think Cracked put it well: "Police are warning parents that criminals are planning to hand out pot-laced candy on Halloween, because if there's one thing people love to do with their pot, it's give it away for free in a manner that will immediately attract law enforcement to their homes."

The layout of the attic described is exactly the same as that of the house where my grandparents raised my mother. And that place always kind of freaked me out.

I would get married just to have the tastings. Day after day of delicious free food from vendors who want to please me with their finest offerings.

Basically, the mom thinks that whatever attacked her also attacked and killed the woman who lived there previously- which also ruined the life of that woman's boyfriend who was convicted of the crime. Had the attack on her mother been successful, her father would've likely been convicted and sent to prison- also…

um

When your mind thinks of a roll of toilet paper as something to use to wipe yourself, it often won't make the leap to thinking of it as fuel. Similarly, toothpaste is for cleaning teeth, not for concealing contraband in the walls. Mental flexibility is one of the goals of good lifehacking: seeing the potential in…

My dad?! Well that would be a depressing state of affairs. My mom was adamant it was a dream, but whether the dream caused some sort of physical manifestation of itself, or if she had actually been moving/ acting while dreaming and not realized it we don't know. As for what caused it all, I guess you could attribute…

Yeah, I prefer to think that maybe one of the original owners of the house is there and watching me with a newborn baby made her remember how hard it was and she gave me a little stroke on the face of support. Or it was just a creepy perv ghost who wanted to see my boobs.

must have been the seelie court. unseelies woulda murdered a bitch.

I left a french fry in my summer pocketbook and it was still there, in completely unchanged form the next summer. IT is true.

All things considered, it just doesn't seem that weird.

bye

Wake up, sheeple!

The restaurant is stirring up conflict for the sake of trying to be relevant.

My first thought was "as long as I can smoke while I'm waiting..." I mean shit, that's how I spent the vast majority of my free time before/after work. Sitting in a lawn chair, smoking cigarettes, reading shit or playing stupid word games on my phone, and drinking coffee if it's early, liquored up cider if it's late.…

Yeah, don't accidentally stumble upon that episode when you're stoned. Mr. Helium had to talk me down a bit on that one.

I'm Puerto Rican so I will talk about it and I wish I could take back every damn time my grandmother brought out the morcilla. Opening up the fridge to see pigs blood is pretty horrifying. She also loved tongue and pigs feet. Her fridge often looked like an autopsy.

Why did I have to scroll down this far to see this referenced? lol