I agree with Natalie’s original statement. I think what rubs me the wrong way about Jessica touting her virginity while wearing a bikini is the implication that a woman’s sexuality exists to be enjoyed by everyone but her.

Did you deliver for companies like DoorDash? If so, I have a question for you: did you prefer getting the tip digitally, like when the costumer paid with a credit card, or did you prefer cash? I usually do it digitally, but I still feel like an ass when the food comes and I don’t hand over any cash. 

These people wanted 7 dollar cheesecake for 5 dollars. You can safely assume they thought the tip was included in the 5 dollars...

Or, at least, cheesecake good enough to appease people with that level of manners and dignity. Trust me, I grew up with too many like them: they’ll go for higher quality shit if it’s free... but aside from that, they have simple tastes.

Everyone involved needs to learn how incredibly easy it is to make cheesecake.

Everyone involved in this story needs to reconsider their life choices. 

I’ve heard this story before. I think it’s an urban legend.

Maybe hallucinations caused by mold toxicity? I prefer the spooky explanation,s though.

See now that is a good story.

Growing up, I spent summers at my family’s vacation house on a lake in the northern Midwest. My dad had spent summers there himself as a kid, and he and my mom finally built their own home there when I was a baby. It was our favorite place on earth and we all felt much more at home there than where we lived for the…

I never get here in time, so this will be bured in the grays...oh well.

This year, I’m pretty sure I became part of someone’s ghost story.

When I was 23, I traveled for the first time to Seattle with my mom, dad and 17 year old sister. We went to check out the university and do some generic sightseeing. This was back in the dark ages of AOL and dial up, so my mom used AAA to find and book a hotel in a rather random industrial neighborhood. I think she…

I grew up in a medium sized town just a couple miles outside of Boston, so close to the city that we really should have been a borough, but far enough off out that I got my license as soon as I was old enough. I spent as much time as I was allowed finding excuses to be out in my car. This resulted in my friends and I…

I lived in a series of houses and apartments that could have each claimed to be a horror movie set. Once with my best friend, I was the caretaker for an abandoned house. We slept in sleeping bags next to space heaters and tried to ignore the walls which were all painted in bright colors and then smeared in…

Ohh come on man this is so obviously fiction 

That’s really lovely. Like, I probably would have peed myself a bit in the moment, but after a change of pants, I’d have really appreciated it.

I finally found this thread early early enough to *maybe* not be totally buried! The most intensely creepy thing that’s ever happened to me is also the most oddly beautiful.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Maybe this will be the year someone will top “Look at Me”.