AW YEAH... I used to live/work in Wayne County! I know where this is! It's in the middle of seriously-god-foresaken-awful middle of nowhere. The only way I could describe it to others was "If you drive 1.5 hours east of Raleigh and fall asleep at the wheel because you are freaking bored as shit because you're not at…

My high school had a similar demonstration - except there was no mask or gun. Obviously. Obviously. The point was to show how unreliable eyewitness accounts can be: my class couldn't agree on the guy's t-shirt color, for example.

I would think that it could actually cause long-term physiological harm to kids. Especially kids who know about Sandy Hook.

Whoever came up with that idea should get their ass sued by all the kids' parents. Like, RIGHT NOW.

Have you ever heard of a bad idea so sublimely tasteless and terrible that you fall to the ground and mutely curse the gods who have forsook you and all of your wretched mortal companions?

It looks like a fancy ghost.

Just try not to do this magazine in future, okay?

this bodice makes me want to eat dumplings.

$15 Salman Rushdie's eyebrows.

1) Sliding Doors — I liked her character, I liked the journey, which is why I hated the ending. But that's not on Gwyneth.

UGH, I fucking HATE IT when magazines threaten to put me on the cover

Point Vanity Fair, as I may now read the magazine for the first time in a decade, just to find out what GOOP is so afraid to see published.

That about sums it up perfect. She will allwanys be a head in a bix for me.

Beside the ones you listed?

He would break down raw chicken barehanded, with a greasy rag underneath the cutting board. Once someone needed to speak with him in the front of house and he used the chicken gut towel to wipe the sweat off his face.

Good Lord... I hope the woman on maternity leave sued; that shit is definitely illegal... along with pretty much everything else he did.

I've actually started to like Gwyneth recently, but I loooovvvveeeee dirt.

The boss I gladly left in January:

I still miss Gilda, a lot. In 8th grade I was hugely into the original SNLs. When we had to read an autobiography for English, I chose hers. She was so hopeful at the end of the book, but I knew she had already died. I ugly cried through the whole last third of the book and then cried some more for days after when…

My last job was for a couple who ran an e-bay store. I was supposed to take pictures/measurements/etc. of the products and write auctions. My bosses were goddamn insane. They were every Jersey Shore stereotype that you can think of... They chain smoked endlessly and I wound up stealing "Dungeon Dragon" a la Nicki…