Wow... I'm... well I... ...I guess, just... ...wow. I'm speechless. That was pretty much the last thing I would have ever expected you to write. :)

SO perfect, on SO many levels...

COTD!!!!! :)

+10!!!! :)

A penny would be "a tangible and measurable reward." A Ritz cracker would be "a tangible and measurable reward." So would a salted peanut.

If a woman has a medical condition that makes it appear abundantly obvious that she's preg-o, (even when she's not) she has no rational or legitimate reason to get upset when a friend or acquaintance inquires about it. That's a crazy, semi-sociopathic response to have, and it's not my responsibility to be forever…

And homophobic, too...

Troll.

It's a short story by Shirley Jackson about a very small community of a few hundred people that has a lottery every year, where the name of every single family in town is put in a box. The whole community gathers in the town square to watch this ritual. Then once the family is chosen at random, they put the names of…

If she hasn't told you she's pregnant, then you must not know her. If you actually knew her, you'd know whether or not she's pregnant, either because she told you, or a mutual friend to you. I cannot imagine a scenario where a woman I am acquainted with has been pregnant long enough to be showing significantly, yet…

Nope.

+1000!!!

This is stupidest thing I've read today. Why the hell shouldn't a person ask?? How the hell is that rude?? (***Clarification: I'm referring strictly to situations where you already know the person, and you know for a fact that she's pregnant. You shouldn't ask strangers any kind of a personal question...)

Yeah, and after all, this IS the 1950s. Sheesh! She's probably exhausted from doing all the cooking, cleaning, and laundry!

Do you realize that your response was posted in the completely wrong place? It sounds like you're addressing Sam, but you replied to 828...

"And they must REALLY hate lizards and starfish."

So, in the four seconds between when you saw the title and began reading the story, you somehow developed this intense sense of entitlement to the point where you feel justified in posting your anger-laden, bitter demand?

For the love of God, MOVE YOUR DAMN FINGER!!!

No, more hyphen-y: "Flip-'n-fuck". <——That's how ya write it. :) :)