Yeah, like how’s a 10-lb cat going to do to a 150-lb human? My cat likes to trip me, but I’ve had to be careful not to fall on the poor lovable fool. At least when he steals my seat, he screams at me *before* I’m actually sitting on him. He’d probably try and make friends with a tiger.

I have fibromyalgia, and here is my understanding of why my medication (the tricyclic antidepressant Nortriptyline) works:

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…

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!

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.

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.

I clicked just to try and figure out what in the world the headline meant.

At the university I went to, I once saw a guy run across the street just to shove a cheeseburger in the mouth of a passing service dog, and without acknowledging the blind girl who had the dog, he ran back across and just kept walking like nothing had happened.

Just looking at this makes my everything hurt. I might actually throw up. Wow.

Ugh, I had some serious anxiety and depression all through high school, but I came from a fairly stable family compared to this. I can empathize with the daughters.

It bears pointing out that the wild mood swings and aggression associated with schizophrenia are mostly side effects of medications, but sometimes the medications' side effects never go away even decades after stopping them. And, culture has a surprisingly strong effect on what hallucinated voices say and sound like:…

Mine was so awful when I started. I'd get really snotty a couple days before, and wake up at 4am with what I began calling "Holy Crap Crime Scene" all over my sheets and a stomach full of mucous demanding to be emptied. Pick which end gets the toilet first.