I'ma see my husband off to his gaming night, put my kid to bed, pour me some red wine, drink the wine while watching Scandal, then drink some more wine in my 140 year old house while reading these stories. It's not as fun if you're not alone and scared!

AW Yusssssssssssss. Was attempting to post a sweet dancing ghost gif but it's not working. Picture it in your head right now. Don't worry, I'll wait.

The word you want here is corporal meaning "of the body" as opposed to corporeal meaning "of the spirit".

(Goes to feminist website)

Obviously I don't know them or the exact situation, so my opinion is worth basically nothing. And I would hope the girls would realize that and be able to laugh off some random person on the internet who says they personally would have reacted in a different way than Lillian did. I've seen popular kids take pity on…

I mean, maybe it's me, but I would have nothing but sympathy and compassion for my SO if that happened to him.

I like the idea of what she's doing, but I also think she should also file a civil suit against that mother fucker,

mr. foxington brownworthy iii, jarl of dogsboro, came from a hoarder. for the first four months we had him, he was nearly catatonic anytime someone was around. he would not go anywhere on a leash, he would not leave his crate when you were awake but rather waited til we went to bed to find his food bowl, and so on.…

Ok... maybe this will be good for me, like a last confession. And I swear upon everything I hold dear that this is absolute truth... *sigh*

Ok, what follows is the story is the most shameful moment of my life. I am an awful person. No one, not even my best friend, not even my fiancé, knows this story. Here goes.

I'm always amazed by people's reluctance to poop in other people's houses or at work/school, etc. My attitude has always been "when you gotta go, you gotta go." But I see so many people who refuse to use an unfamiliar bathroom or go when other people are in the same building, I'm starting to wonder if I'm the weirdo,…

The worst poop of my life occurred while I was on active duty, training at Camp Geiger, NC. We had been eating nothing but MREs for 2 weeks, which are notorious bowel blockers. At the time this poop happened, I hadn't released a kraken for a few days and was starting to get concerned.

We were doing some physical…

I work with people with developmental disabilities and consequently have a lot of poop stories. Here's one of my better and less disgusting ones:

I used to be a TA, and I had just finished grading a huge stack of final papers for my class. I piled them neatly on the floor next to my backpack for the next day. When I woke up, my dog had, of every god damned place in the whole house, taken a huge, juicy shit right on top of the stack of papers. The shit was so…

Wow. Just Wow.

Have any other shy introverts here experienced a time when they went out of there way to try and talk to someone, just regular small talk, and you, as the shy person, end up having to carry the conversation because the other person wont "give" anything back? Then there is the inevitable (what I perceive as) awkward…

I just want to say ghosting (that is, leaving a party without saying goodbye to people) is totally okay. (Otherwise less politically correctly known as the "Irish goodbye."). "Where'd Andy go?" being a common refrain in my wake.

That's so sad! I love Spam musubi, but I'm on the east coast now and can't get it. I would have appreciated her cooking so much!

oh fuck, get in my fucking mouth right now.

Fixed.