The emails from LinkedIn inviting me to add dudes (always dudes) that I’d never met irl to my professional network scared me off it before I deleted any of my other social media accounts. Probably not so good for my freelance business, but at least I can sleep at night!

Three and a half years after I ended my six-year relationship, I still don’t know what I want. But I know I’m much happier without him in my way while I try to figure it out. Good luck.

I quit Facebook too. In my case, it was mostly because someone who didn’t know me was able to find me even though I had my privacy settings maxed out, which got me thinking about what if any of the stalkery dudes in my life decided they wanted to “catch up,” which naturally freaked me right the hell out. But the fact…

Adding to likestoputzround’s comment: bear in mind also that Jackson was playing for the Broncos at what could generously be considered a rebuilding decade. Elway and the teams two Super Bowl wins were a find but fading memory. Desperation for a third got so high that, by the end of the aughts, Josh McDaniels (aka He…

I’m 30 and I still eat them.

I find it’s good to order either before or immediately after something with a longer wait time. If the rocket to Munchieville is already breaking the stratosphere, chances are I don’t have enough short-term memory to get through the whole process of loading the menu and successfully ordering.

Depends on the strain and how you're putting it in your system. I've felt the effects almost instantaneously from smoking some potent shit. Edibles, which I generally prefer, can take a while to set in.

I don't like pizza. Can't scrape the good stuff off the bread, and bread is the worst.

“Jet,” Paul McCartney.

“How is it that we can do endurance sports but can’t handle two hours of sitting still?”

Seems legit for him, especially since Bross is privately owned and has been closed to the public for a few years, and Shia’s efforts would complicate legal efforts to open it back up to the public again. >:(

You are never allowed to trim your beard ever again, and I am likewise never allowed to wash my sweatshirt with the old-school logo. We can panhandle on the same street or something.

I'm a Type I diabetic, so I was probably sub fertile even before I got fixed. Plus I'm asexual and a massive loner. Clearly my genes were telling me to yank them out of the pool even before I decided that babies are totally repulsive.

That fear of feeling trapped is one of the biggest reasons I got fixed at 28. That and the fact that the under-5 set looks deeply mired in the Uncanny Valley and squicks me right out as a result.

In Denver, we still purse our lips at Raider fans, but the divisional loathing has shifted to favor KC—no shock, since Oakland’s about as likely to be a serious playoff contender as Donald Trump is to suspend his campaign, donate his net worth to charity, and dedicate his life to championing equality for all.

As a hug-hating human, I get it. Hugs make you feel like you’re trapped and suffocating. They’re claustrophobia-inducing.