Yeah, his lameness is his secret weapon or anti-ban protection or some damn thing. That one and another one whose name I can’t recall are twin annoying trollflies.

Oh wow yes! I was trying to remember my first sighting, excellent. My mom put it on for Ben Vereen and we were like “who’s this other intriguing guy.”

Isn’t this more or less how Scientology and the JWs deal with “dissenters”? (by this I mean it is bad)

I buy coffee and half and half there for financial reasons, because I go through them so fast and in such huge quantities and they’re the only items that Walmart doesn’t seem to be able to ruin yet. It’s a mile from my home, across the street from my real grocery store, and my bank is in its parking lot, and I have to…

There’s a set of residents of my apartment complex who place their gear around the complex’s pool overnight to “save” spots, as if we were not a way station for contractors in industrial south TX, but a Balearic hot spot where they need to be able to collapse from partying at moments notice in their special spot.…

1. I’m too lazy to look it up, but I’m positive there was a story in the last few years about Diplo being stopped by the cops for blasting his own music too loud out of his fancy sports car.

Even the extra-obnoxious method of flashing someone on their own old-school camera by taking a pic of your junk with an unattended one, required more luck and manual dexterity. Never did it myself, knew a few late-last-century bro-types who indulged every now and then.

You’ll always be a star

Thank you for this interesting question and opportunity to vent! It’s sad to think about how many of us right here - let alone in the population at large - are underserved, but it’s nice feeling less alone.

Mine is that we go back in time before substance abuse treatment started becoming yet another cash cow, and stop that in some way that is also imaginary. 

It’s some David Cronenberg shit

Yes... I know him from Kotter and Grease and I’m kinda looking at him with the same feelings again...

THIS was my jam. Put a tin can! in your butt! Put a little tiny man! in your butt!

I present this, from the Silva Twins, reality show appearers and fame seekers. Darcey is currently on 90 Day Fiance: Before the 90 Days. I can’t say any more because I will simply never stop.

I live for articles about VR that have SOME connection with what the people on it are really like....this ain’t it

I’m starting to think this writer has some connection to the worst people from Vanderpump Rules, she cuts them way too much slack and gives them way too many props on the reg.

We’re brethren of the sugar cane

He definitely did some of those things. The worse-smelling the better, later in the day, he loved his raw onions with everything. Today I learned he is Greatest Generation, I had never really looked up the dates, and I thought he was a Baby Boomer because of some of his non-food related attitudes.

I sprinkled cumin instead of cinnamon onto pancakes, and my husband was hungry enough to eat them and say they were fine. The mashed potatoes sound intriguing.

My mom forbade sugar cereals, yet had no problem with a sugar dish in the middle of the table. My dad taught me to apply the sugar onto the top layer of cereal, carefully eat that layer, then repeat. Crunchy and so much more delicious than bare Cheerios. Somehow that got past my mom, but not my dad’s love of…