Look, don’t connect the first part with the second part. There is much to righteously criticize Condi about, but being a “bitch” has no relation one way or the other to how she worked.

“I moved on Iraq like a bitch, but I couldn’t get there. And she already had a president. Look, just bomb. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a Secretary or State, they let you do it. You can do anything.”

“Condoleezza Rice, she’s a lovely woman, but I think she’s a bitch. She goes around to other countries and other nations, negotiates with their leaders, comes back and nothing ever happens”

I was going to reply that “The Kennedys had their moments!” but then I did a GIS for “Kennedy state dinners.”

Monarchies are built on bloodshed.

That’s no moon

My parents live in a wooded area, and I know that “Oh shit something just ain’t right” feeling followed by a mad, adrenaline-fueled sprint back home very well.

It’s very sweet that his daughter came for him but she could have been a lot less creepy about it,

What the fuck, Hamburger.

AHHH how did you not talk to the villagers about this!!!!???

This took place when I was about 10 years old. My mom had rather quickly filed for divorce, but she only had a part-time job and made very little money, so finding a place to stay that was affordable and available immediately was tough. A friend of hers told her that she and her husband had…

Ouija boards are such bad news. My brother and my cousin picked one up off the side of a country road where they said it looked like it had been flung from someone’s car. His house was so haunted after that that more often than not I’d wake up and he’d be sleeping on my parents’ couch. He moved out of the house but it…

A few years ago, my then-3 year old had a fever which I was treating with baby Tylenol. I gave him his dose before bed, got distracted and walked into his room to see him holding the medicine bottle in one hand and the dropper in the other saying “I give myself a medicine!!”

oh man I thought this was heading in a

Here’s a fresh one from summer 2016.

I have three, all having to do with the house I grew up in.

Less than a year after my dad died, we got a phone call and the caller ID listed the number as our old house (we’d moved a couple months before he died). When my mom answered, there was no one there. She called back, thinking the new owners of the house had a question or found something of ours in the house or…

“the spirit that scared you as a child meant you harm, and you will have two more such visitations in your lifetime.”

Not my story personally, but from a friend:

Oof. I’m not at all superstitiousat all, but I would have saged the hell out of that place before moving in.