I have a friend of a friend who is a big muckety muck Liberty (we’re talking Senior VP level adminstrator). It amuses me to no end that he’s built a career there since, when I knew him, his tastes definitely ran toward debauchery and his proclivities were, shall we say, less than tame. But he’s a born-and-raised Texan…

But you were raised in it like she was so we should assume you are a nutjob anyway, right? Same as you are doing to her.

LG: I know she’s mean

Looks like the folks who said none of the war criminals from the Bush administration will ever face justice spoke a little too soon.

Well I mean, you realize that police services have to apply the law on small cases, even while larger stuff is happening too? I mean, this isn’t a lady getting arrested for just being rude, throwing stuff at people is assault. Just because she’s on the righteous side doesn’t mean you get a free pass. I don’t know what…

Especially as the milk-thrower was the one that approached the volunteer table.  As the mighty Jon might say: “You’re not helping”.

I mean, I pretty much don’t think that we should be throwing milk of any flavor at people. Hunter should probably take it down several notches (“sickening”? Really?). But throwing food doesn’t exactly make you seem like you’re really making a solid argument.

Yeah, but that was a truly messed up quote. Children are not “extensions” of their mothers. They are people. Child murder is not self-harm and should not be considered in the same category.

If the Golden State Warriors miss some three pointers but still get the most points they win, right? If Steph Curry falls flat on his face several times but still racks up more points the other times they win, right?

I’m sorry, but your blanket statement is ignorance at its best. It’s so loaded that I don’t even know where to begin, but I’m going to try my best to give you perspective.

First of all, just because you went to see a matinee, doesn’t make it a children’s show. This is a regularly scheduled performance during the day…

“She was hiding under the covers, having bolted all the doors and windows. Her small appartment was empty.

I’m calling shenanigans on Family Forever. Indians don’t get buried, they get cremated. Also, Pricilla Kumar from Modesto describes herself on Facebook as an “Entertainment Horror Journalist”:

Working in a hospital, I feel like I should have a dozen of these stories but I only have a couple and they’re really weak ones. Like the night I was struggling to get a patient onto a commode in a room with a broken light, and their TV spontaneously turned on (to static, of course) giving us enough light to see. A TV…

So, out of curiosity, how exactly do people find out that they are, for lack of a better term, “sensitive” to these things?

Yay! I made the cut. I just told a live version of this story last night and had several people tell me they had similar experiences after messing with Ouija boards or seances. So my advice to all of you who are creeped out is to NOT DO THAT THING. 

“Blondes Who Scream About How Whites Are The REAL Racially Oppressed Groups” grow on trees. Why on earth would any paper of record give any of them the time of day to attempt to legitimize their shtick to a mainstream audience? Let these fruits from the cursed Tree Of Ann Coulter rot in the fucking grass, where they…

For me, the buttfumble is something that created a great bonding moment in my family.

Best advice I EVER got when I moved to Washington Heights and worked near the Yonkers/Bronx border: “Don’t be afraid to be rude.” I worked with a kind but tough Social Worker who was born and raised in the neighborhood and lived through the Crack Wars. She said one shouldn’t go out of their way to be rude to…

At the risk of sounding like a goodie-two-shoes, I really think you should dig out the Uber details and his number and report it to the police. The information you provide could be the missing bit of a picture that stops someone else getting hurt. I totally understand the urge to block it all out, but I think you’d…

A dear friend died of natural causes a few years ago, leaving behind three daughters. The middle daughter started using her mom's phone since she didn't have one, and on her birthday she got a voicemail that was just the sound of a party - talking, laughing, glasses clinking, but only women's voices. She's convinced…