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No escape from she-ality.

Caught in a manslide....

Is this just mantasy?

This is a story of how one of the worst days of my life ended up reaffirming my faith in strangers and in the human race in general.

A Juggalo. I would elaborate but I don't really think that's necessary.

She should switch to a lavender/chamomile/peppermint blend in the evenings, it will help her sleep at night.

Cunt shunt.

Manic Pixie Dream Cup

I hope I think of a better one, but here's the first one that comes to mind: The most horrible family I have ever encountered while working at Applebee's got sat in my section. I was already slammed, and they were a big corner booth. Bear in mind that only two of them were children. When I went to take their order,…

Another time in High School there was a girl who was friends with friends of mine, and she was an evil bitch. She was always saying horrible things to or about girls she thought were beneath her. One time she jumped all over a girl I played sports with for looking gay. I found out about it later that day from her in…

Hahahahaha, sob

The minute we start judging people for wanting to be there to see their children be born, then that is the minute we know something is wrong with our society.

maybe she made her dump Beatty once and for all when she became serious with Olivier

You only get one chance to see your child grow up. If I was with someone who didn't care about that I'd never have a kid with them.

You know that blind item/article written by the ex-assistant? This sounds like the sort of crazy thinking that would fit just right into that narrative.

I used to work at Hobby Lobby in high school, and after I was let go basically for daring to be in after school sports and requesting time off so that I could be in a play, I proceeded to steal probably hundreds of dollars worth of art supplies and random petty shit throughout the years. I have no remorse. Where's…

I don't know if this constitutes revenge but I worked for an agency a long time ago (before my professional career), where they were repeatedly abusing non-verbal adults in this crisis home. It was through over-restraints. There was a veil of secrecy in all of this—I only saw glimpses of the worst because I worked on…