Yeah, some of those people were really abusive because I reported having been sprayed upon.

One of the greatest displays of community spirit I’ve ever witnessed was on the L at rush hour. It was so crowded I could barely get my coffee mug to my face, but there was this woman hauling an obviously miserable six year old child who started to make little retching sounds, and someone else yelled “WE NEED A BAG…

Well, I’m sure I am someone else’s Trimet horror story. I was carless and had to pick up my cat from the vet, so I packed him up in a little carrier and got on the 17 to go home. I thought nothing of it until I was halfway there, when I felt some weird ...WARMTH spreading across my lap. Turns out my cat, in his sad,…

You tell him!

Holy FUCK is this game boring.

Still doesn't make this game exciting 

That is such a sweet story, but as a childless woman, the phrase "literally blew my crotch out" is going to stay with me for some time.

I think that woman would be triggered by absolutely anything. This has nothing to do with the size of the seats and everything to do with her being an abusive garbage person who moves through life looking for any opportunity to degrade other people while feeling self-righteously aggrieved.

It’s funny, if you ask me if driving drunk with your kids in the car is child abuse, I’d unequivocally say yes, but if you asked me if I grew up in an abusive home, I’d say no... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

There is nothing like being high around parents, but to do it right you need older siblings to cover for you.

I was sitting in a bar day drinking with friends. I was under age and we were loud, obviously drunk. The bartender brings me a beer and says its from the guy at the end of the bar. I look, hoping to see a cute guy, it was my dad! He finished his beer and left. Never said a word.

So so much shame. Also one of the main reasons I am so very pro-hardwood floors.

Well what did she expect? Tempt the gods and you get BBQ sauce everywhere!

Drunk driving with the kids in the car! Memories.

You were just a kid. That’s what throw rugs are for! I’m sorry you are still feeling this.

I contend that all dad’s (even if they are uncool 99% of the time) have a moment when the discover their little girl in a situation, pretend they are naive to the situation, and never speak of it again. And at that moment the daughter knows they can call him in any situation where things get out of hand and he will…

I had just given birth to my second baby. She burst out of me so fast, my doctor didn’t even make it to the hospital in time, instead he ran into the delivery room, where I was already holding my daughter in my arms. He said, “fuck me!” and I said, “oh no, Doctor, fuck ME!” because there was no time for anesthesia and…

Most chaotic was when I was 8. Leaving a Super Bowl party with my dad and 4-year-old sister when my dad hops the curb in his pickup, careens off a telephone pole and into a fire hydrant. This was the ‘80s, so none of us were wearing seat belts, but luckily we didn’t hit the pole head-on and were only going 25-30 MPH,…

not chaotic at all but the most memorable (I am from New England so I am sorry):

Bear with me, this requires a tiny bit of backstory. My first day of school for the 4th grade we came home and when we opened the front door water came pouring out of it. The water heater had ruptured and essentially spent all day continuously dumping water from the attic down through our house, causing massive damage…