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I find this an interesting assertion considering a portion of Chappelle’s discussion is regarding the North Carolina bathroom law. He leads into a joke explaining the law saying that it said that “a person in North Carolina must use the restroom that corresponds with the gender they were assigned on their birth

I think that is exactly why he keeps flogging this on social media. The more exposure it gets, the more leverage he has. 

Exactly.  I hope the DA doesn’t buckle under the sure to follow intense pressure from local politicians and the like to go easy on the kid.  Certainly he can do the calculus that those bikers likely know people, who know people, too, and the fact that this is getting a lot of traction in the wide media, and he can

I grew up in a wooded area — my parents still live there. And something that happened this past December put a creepy spin on a thing that happened when I was a kid.

I mean, close enough...

Another one that proves truth is scarier than fiction...

I think one of the creepiest stories I’ve ever heard was from my friend Lisa, about the worst kind of ghost: the ghosts who are all too real. Lisa’s originally from the city of Rostock - a seaport in Germany. It used to be quite the big deal in the old GDR and her family have always had a presence in the shipbuilding

By 2015 my boyfriend and I had started spending most weekends together. At the time he was renting an older, kinda rundown house with a huge yard in a suburb outside of Victoria, BC. The area had traditionally be a farming community but was quickly being developed into a busy suburb. One Friday my boyfriend, I’ll call

I shared this too late for last year’s contest, so I’m trying again. This isn’t my own story. It’s my late grandmother’s tale, and I remember her telling it to me only once when I was a child.

This story takes place in a small town, in a small South American country, in the mid-seventies. My parents are a young married couple, with two young daughters, living next door to my dad’s sister, Esther, who is also married and has two small children of her own. After being home with her boys for while, my aunt

Halloween night, early 2000's. My wife, a couple of friends and I decide to take a haunted tour of a historical house in our area. We get there, the tour begins. For the most part it’s just the normal historical stuff about the owners and the grounds.

(Late submission last year, cleaned up a bit. I apologize if it falls into the “long” category, but no effusive descriptions I promise):

Apparently I’m sharing more? OK.

So I spent a lot of time growing up in my grandma’s haunted house where she still lives. When she first moved in (iirc) all the walls were dark brown or black and there were pictures of people in coffins hanging up. My grandma had no time for that nonsense so she just threw all the

Here he is. This was at the beginning--he hung out for another hour. 

Not sure if anyone will see this, but here’s something that happened to me about five months ago—two things, actually, separated by about three weeks. The first part is magical and strange, the second part is terrifying. I live in India and these two events took place during our second hard lockdown back in May. We

Rented an Airbnb in the wilds of Montana, near Yellowstone, and were in heaven. Long, gorgeous days of perfect weather. Breathtaking twilights that lasted for hours— it didn’t get dark till after ten p.m. Our kids, my parents, my husband and I were just over the moon about the beauty of this place.

Content warning for child abuse, but that’s not what it’s about. I just couldn’t figure out how to tell the story without that context.

Shared this story last year but it got buried. It happened right around this time last year, so it was very fresh in my mind then.

I have this story because I like true crime podcasts.

I used to be the caretaker for an apartment block in an old neighbourhood east of the river in my old city. I loved the neighbourhood, even though it was rough and old. The river was literally on our doorstep, and two separate(but equally stupid) families of eagles timeshared a nest right nearby. In short, it was