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....Aaaaaand here’s another reason the term “hipster douche” is redundant.

Same goes for women.  If you’re going to hover then put the fucking seat up like a man.  I am always walking into stalls where the toilet seat is just splattered with piss.  Gross.

Prostate cancer is one of the most treatable and survivable. Hope you thanked her for the early detection.

Don’t forget Skylar

Oh Seinfeld, next I’m going to see young Walter White as some long-haired podiatrist or something....

Hot take: If you use the phrase “seal the deal” you don’t deserve sex.

little rich boy over here with a scroll wheel

I’m looking for a t-shirt with a neck hole that doesn’t get stretched out of shape by my big head

pretty sexist to describe a 28 year old female journalist as a child

Chill, child.

I’m sorry, but the list of political dynamics and issues where Obama needs an explainer from Libby Watson is exceedingly short.

How is it possible Trump things the Saudis aren’t responsible for this violence? Their flag has a LITERAL SWORD on it.

  • Ivanka takes her child, Jared, to Chuck E. Cheese. [Twitter]

Trump claims that Saudi Arabia’s King Salman denied “any knowledge of it.”

I’ve dreamed about my father and my grandmother after they passed away. It was nice but I could tell they were just dreams. After my best friend died she visited me three times in my dreams. It felt completely different. The first time I asked her what being dead was like and she said it’s exactly the same as being

Akitas are great! They don’t bark so are good for neighbors, and are like living with minibears. 

Sorry, this turned out longer than expected. It’s not creepy in the way typical horror stories are, but it’s a story I’ve always wanted to share, and this seems like an appropriate enough forum. My story takes place spring 2000. I was 17 and going through a rough time. One of my older brothers had unexpectedly passed

My wife read that story about the little hole in the wall to me, and now we have resolved that when our daughter moves out on her home, we are going to buy her the biggest dog available. We are going to find a dog that could eat a Volkswagen and it is going to be her roommate. 

Gonna share a story from when I was a kid. I’ve shared it years before but I have a new update since the last time I did.

When I was around ten years old, I had some friends at my house for a sleep-over. My parents were out for the evening, so we were in the care of my Noni, my Italian grandmother, who divided her time living with us and my two aunts. We decided to play with a Ouija board and scare ourselves. We huddled in my bedroom, tur