Teaching girls to be rude to strange men is a skill most mothers seem to fail to pass on. Good for you.

#IMWITHluciFER

This is from the “Jill Stein challenges an election even though nothing will change for her but it might actually benefit others” playbook, and I am HERE FOR IT. Hope there’s more like this.

It is flat!

From Sipowitz above:

Let’s get this Catch-22 out in the open.

this is what happens when help is not available.

this is what happens when help is not available.  

I had a hard enough time when they turned it into a musical (NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO BE A MUSICAL!!), but even that is much better than this. The fact that they even reference Martha Dumptruck in the description of one of the actors, defeats the whole purpose of this story. I say we just set the whole thing on fire now.

Did they have a brain tumor for breakfast?

Okay, that’s creepy. The face reminds me of the genie in the mirror (sans turban) in the Bugs Bunny episode when he is trick or treating and stumbles upon a real witch who wants to add him to her stew.

that looks like Frankenstein in the bottom left! D:

This happened to a friend of a friend earlier this summer (as told by my friend). I’ll call her friend Jane. Jane is a nurse who works a specific shift at a local hospital and keeps a really consistent schedule. She gets up at 5am, takes a shower, and then heads off to work. Jane lives in a bungalow a block away…

My mom tells us not to talk about it, but there is something sensitive about our family. We feel things, and then we bite our tongues to prevent bothers from thinking we are nuts.

I’d heard mumblings growing up of a strange incident involving my family and a famous murder, but my grandma refused to discuss it and I knew better than to ask around. After my great-aunt died and left behind 200 pages of memoirs, I finally got the full story.

When I was in my early twenties, I drove my friend to the hospital after his dad had a heart attack. I stuck around with him waiting for news, and we were sitting outside the hospital on the curb when the strangest thing happened.

Uggggh mine is so long, but it always spoops people IRL. Here goes.

I grew up in a 200-year-old house on an old pig farm. We were always digging up old stuff in the field and playing in the washhouse and climbing the old apple trees. It was very Tom Sawyer. We were absolutely, 100% not allowed in the barns because they were deathtraps. There were only five other kids nearby and we all…

This is not a story of how I was scared but how I likely inspired someone else’s story.

My husband and I bought our house about four years ago. We knew at the time that the former owner died in the house, but it didn’t really bother us, as we’re not the type to believe in spiritual things.