I met Ken Foree at a con. He was very nice and sweet to me. I had a long conversation with him.

And like, that’s called an RV. I hate how the tiny house people acted like they invented so many life hacks. “It’s an affordable prefab tiny house for the whole family!” yeah, that’s a trailer house, I grew up in one. “It’s a tiny house retreat in the wilderness!” OMG I didn’t know you invented cabins.

I feel like there are 3 people who get tiny houses.

That waffles are good?

nah

A more plausible explanation is that she’s the sort of asshole writer that gets involved with people who she thinks would make a good story she can sell.

But how can I make my friend’s cancer about ME?

We live among Pokemon... AT LEAST WHEN THE FUCKING SERVERS ARE UP!

“Robert E. Lee” came in second.

You spelled Dr. Orpheus wrong.

I make my own with fresh orange juice and orange zest and a shot of brandy plus all. the. sugar. It’s quite edible.

Great answer! I gotta know what he said when you nailed him with that...

I am amazed at your level of self-awareness at 15. Congratulations.

I used to comment regularly on Jezebel for years (under a different name) and stopped because of the feeling the author describes when someone she assumed would be an ally made her feel unwelcome.

On a second date about ten years ago, I said to the guy sitting across from me, “So, I like you, you’re totally awesome. But I’m not looking just for a fun time, I’m looking for a long term relationship. I mean, I’m dating other people and I’m not saying we have to be serious, but generally speaking I’m ready to…

:(

Going bonkers. I love the first game absolutely to death. This and Fallout 4 in the same press conference? All my dreams are coming true.

We went to Orlando for a week and then right after our parents told us they were getting a divorce. Wompwomp.

It was the summer and we were moving from Phoenix, AZ to Chicago, IL. We drove in a mini-van with a broken radio. I was shoved in the back seat, re-reading the same books, unable to move much because my mother’s gigantic plants in their huge terra cotta pots were stuck back there with me.

Randy Howard fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed