How does this not qualify as mistreatment and abuse of animals though?

I think you’re confusing Jason Mamoa for Blake Shelton.

If you mean he appeals to adult women rather than screaming teenage girls, then I fail to see why that’s a bad thing. I’m sick of all the floppy haired pale guys with light chin scruff. They’re cute, but they just look like children to me. Momoa looks 38 and makes 38 look really, really good.

You’ve got it all wrong. He’s from Hawaii. He’s a shredded beach bum surfer dude. Shredded surfer dudes have been never been not sexy since like 1950.

Midwest sexy? No one in the midwest looks like Jason Momoa. At all. I think Clark Kent flanneled-out in a corn field would be considered “midwest sexy.”

Momoa is literally a native Hawaiian, which is the inverse opposite of “Midwestern.”

And here I thought he was sexy because he was tall, good looking and ripped.

I hope Joan Rivers was the first to welcome her at the pearly gates.

Pretty sure the kid is just having a really good poop

It seems like so many men think that if they don’t have a burning, all-consuming hatred for women in the forefront of their conscious brains, that this automatically means that they respect women. Like, if they don’t actually think the words “what a fucking cunt” they are okay.

Whoa. Emotional surrogate is a great term. I wonder if there’s any research on sociopaths seeking out people for this purpose? I’ll have to look.

Even a slider with a good lock should have a broomstick or dowl rod in it. I don’t know if prowler or Death is scarier to wake up to.

Okay, I’m going to share a scary story— really more of a scary fact of my life, past, present, and future, than a single story— that only about eight people on the planet know fully about, one of which is no longer with us, making the grand total seven. And now you will know, too, random internet person! I’ve created…

My freshman year of college, I attended a small women-only liberal arts college in Virginia (it’s gone co-ed in the last few years, but at this point it wasn’t). I’m from California and was a little worried about being alone on my own so far from home, so I requested a room in the dorms’ No Man Hallway. The other…

When I was in my early twenties, my cousin called me in LA and told me I needed to come home immediately (NY) because they’d found cancer in my grandfather’s stomach. I was home within three days and he had already lost his vision and couldn’t eat. It was alarmingly fast.

So I moved around a lot when I grew up, but there was one house in particular that was very very much haunted.  

A bakery I worked at had just gotten a new client, and to keep up with demand we’d had to add an overnight shift to prep stuff for the early shifts when they came in. As the manager, I worked the first few weeks of the shift myself (alone) so that I could train whoever we hired later to do it.

Not sure this is “scary” but more “wtf”