Tractorchick
Tractorchick
Tractorchick

This is a blatant guerilla advertisement scheme for Wheat Thins..you'll be stunned how good they are. No?

I'd prefer not to make the terrifying leap to "geo-engineer" our only habitable world. Please? I'd also like to stop the unintentional geo-engineering we're doing now, okay? I know, economics versus science and all that. But at this point, I'd like to stop dumping shit into the stuff we breathe and stop thinking

I saw Insane Masturbatory Rampage open for Slayer in '92.

Sortland had a blanket, a cell phone and a box of Wheat Thins with him.

You really need an anatomy lesson, vasectomies have nothing to do with the penis, other than it has to be held out of the way.

I'm technically 40. But I vote like a 25 year-old. Does that count?

HE'S SO HAPPY

"I better hurry and tell all the ladies in the world what my penis thinks of them, so they can base their self-worth around it! You're welcome, ladies."

YAS

I'm in. We're in Arizona. Christmas items were up at Home Depot and other stores at the beginning of October. That stinks.

I was a young women in the middle of the grunge zeitgeist of the 90s, and that is the single worst song of that era.

"For whatever reason?" We know the reason! Fjords, of course. The aliens made them, so obviously they like them.

So I'm not very helpful about premonitions, but my dad died 100% unexpectedly last ear. Super fit, same as your dad. I will offer a bit of advice should it come true. I don't even know how, but get him to talk about you as an adult. Does that make any sense? Like what does he think of you, your decisions, how you live

This happened in my junior year of high school.

As some of you know, I grew up in a very rural part of northern Utah. My family were transplants from California, and because we weren't mormon, we never really fit in. I spent a lot of time alone as a child and had a reputation for being a bit strange. We had started out in a cabin in the woods, far from everyone

When I was born, my parents moved us into a house in a very old town in Virginia, known for some of its hauntings, although our house was relatively new. As a baby, I was always staring off and waving to things in the distance, to a point where my parents took me to a doctor to make sure nothing was neurologically

I had a cat. A black cat. It was not your ordinary black cat. Her name was Natasha. At the time we lived in Laurel Maryland in a 3-story garden apartment that overlooked an elementary school. To prevent Natasha from jumping from the third-floor balcony to go catting around, which she occasionally did, I got into the

WELL I GUESS THERE GOES MY FRIDAY NIGHT (since I'll be spending it clutching onto my dog in fear since my boyfriend just left for the weekend).

I was staying in a hotel last year and was up working very late into the night. Finally, around 3 or 4am, I turned off the light and tried to get some sleep. The thing is, as soon as I did, I heard breathing. Rhythmic breathing, coming from the corner of the room. I tried to pretend it was the heater or a noise

We moved to Lima a year ago, and were temporarily housed in an apartment there. The apartment was on the 6th floor of the building and took up the entire floor - kitchen, dining room, living room, TV room (with a weird little bar/closet off of it), 3 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms. Lima is a foggy, overcast city most of the