I work at a vet, and I saw a feline death glare this refined twice now today, and probably never again in my life. At least a lion would kill me quickly.

My step-mom has told me about giving birth to her daughter. She’d been laboring for hours, and the doctor told her to give up and that they’d just go do a c-section. Her nurse, who had seen the aftermath of many a c-section, grabbed my future step-mom around the middle and evicted my future step-sister right then and…

Yeah, seeing as untreated strep throat progresses into Scarlet Fever, I think you might've hit that phase of infection.

I had a teacher way back in grade school, whose husband was a minister and traditionally they'd hyphenate their names. Except, that would've made her last name White-Wrights, which they decided was worth breaking tradition to avoid.

Adam Savage reportedly knows where the crater is from when Jamie first arrived on Earth.

I had a boyfriend call me up when I had mono (he'd caught it from me, as inconvenient as a bad cold; I'd caught it from my lab partner sneezing in my face, and was feverishly delirious for two weeks) to ask if I was coming back to school that semester. When I said I wasn't sure yet, seeing as he'd called and woken me…

How much privacy do you guys get? I know that I need a good chunk of downtime if I've been working with other people all day; sometimes like private-private time, others just hiding in the bathroom to finish a level of a game on my phone. Do you have to minimize stuff like that until you get home?

TV Tropes used to divide "Eagleland" into two flavors: "America, Fuck Yeah!" and "America, Fuck You!"

At my step-brother's wedding, during the bouquet toss, it appeared that a 6-foot-tall woman stepped out of nowhere, held her arm straight up with her hand open, and somehow magicked the bouquet directly into her grasp.

This is Sexologist Dr. Lindsey Doe. She's not just a YouTube personality, she is a professional when it come to relationships. Her personal blog is Doe Eyes, but most people are going to know her from Sexplanations.

I was never spanked (and only ever hit twice, to get me to quit biting my sister when we were toddlers), I always thought that I would never do that, and then I was asked to babysit my cousin for two hours.

Aw, I've been waiting years for the right time you say "fuck you with a rusty chainsaw" and somebody beat me to the punch!

I'm thinking you'd like Erza Scarlett from Fairy Tail.

Hmm... that raises some interesting questions for my doctors. I've got some small surgical plates, which I believe are titanium and do not set off metal detectors (but, being in my jaw, make TSA agents very interested in me!), and if I remember correctly my root canals are filled with gold.

My vote is, we charge this as a hate crime.

I'm betting, whatever Scott makes next, he'll throw things salvaged from Fazzbear's Fright in as Easter eggs. Maybe a little bobblehead of Bonnie mixed in with others in a window somewhere, or a Freddy head as an in-game purchase, more as call-backs than any sort of sequel.

Kind of an awkward way to view them, scrolling through a little window that's about 10 pixels shorter than the images inside.

It's pretty much a personalized Lotus Eater Machine.

I was on Prozac for all of a month, and I don't remember most of my senior year of high school because of it. Most of what I do remember is feeling like eating and sleeping were bullshit that God created just to make my life difficult; I finally convinced my parents to let me stop it when I got lost in the grocery…

Not a ruiner, but a pretty strange one. My mom's girlfriend's son, my step-brother, got married in what was probably the hottest week I've ever experienced. The wedding itself was fairly uneventful, as far as semi-agnostic Moravian church awkwardness goes.