I have had a few things happen to me that I have absolutely no explanation for. I’ll try to tell the stories as clearly as possible.

IKEA curse. That’s gotta be it

I’ve been combing 2011-2014 all day to share my favorite stories with my SO. There was one I couldn’t find because Jezebel’s new layout is horrific and makes reading everything near-impossible. Anyone, someone in Canada was walking home drunk and encountered either a polar bear or a grizzly bear. Your story reminded…

I randomly learn more interesting things in the comments here than anywhere on the internet.

I’ve learned this the hard way, and have a lazy cat who won’t do shit about mice, save for tease them.

None of my tribes do a ghost supper, but my dad puts down an offering plate when we have a large meal at a gathering. He puts a little bit of everything that’s been prepared including salt and pepper and whatever we’re drinking with our dinner into a small dish. Its taken outside and set down on the east side of a…

Especially when you have to share it with a human. Are ghost as desperate as other New Yorkers finding a decent apartment without resorting to real estate broker?

Hull corn soup, spaghetti, fried chicken, tatot hot dish, mashed potatoes, wild rice, yams, pecan pie, butterscotch pie, and pineapple upside down cake. I might be forgetting something.

Hell is other people.

I just read them and Mr. DancingMuppets isn’t home yet and I am THE WORST DECISION MAKER EVER. Don’t do it.

What kind of loser ghost haunts an apartment that is only 350 sq ft? When I’m a ghost I’m haunting a big ass mansion or not at all.

A few commenters have asked about the robbery history at the store, so I’ll put this here. This is from the police chief’s statement (note he’s talking about multiple stores at first):

Green and Co., should be fired.

Christians taking artifacts from the Middle East? They prefer to call it Crusading, not looting.

Put it back! Trust me!

This is how I’m picturing “the compound of the Hobby Lobby corporation.”

Circa 12 B.C.

Eh. It’s a hobby. I guess they got tired of glue guns and syrofoam balls.