It must’ve been four or five years ago but I’ll NEVER forget someone on Gawker (Rich Lawson maybe?) calling her a lemon scented floor mop. I think of it every time I see her.

The main difference is that you have dozens of fellow Boston fans in highly influential positions in sports media to help bear the brunt of the nonsense and push a counternarrative. We have Will Leitch.

I thought so too — weren’t they both named Prince Michael Jackson? Why can’t one go by Prince and one go by Michael? Why can’t they confab with all George Foreman’s kids on how to handle this issue?

Because she’s art school given human form.

My mom was the queen of horrible vacations, the tour of flop houses in florida, the cockroach trip, “let’s be shrimp fishermen!”, Disney where my unvaxxed brother and I got chickenpox and mine turned into shingles, the tour of caves, and the time she accidentally took us to Canada but we didn’t have the right…

Okay, technically not summer. But hellish, so heat? Valentine’s Day weekend, late 90s. My parents have been split up for six months or so, and my brothers and I (11, 14, 17) have been at my dad’s every other weekend. He and his new girlfriend decide that it’s a good time to a) clue us in on the fact that he has a new…

ooh! Ooh! My mom’s family is from S. Florida, so “family vacation” always meant “visit Gramma and Grampa in Ft. Lauderdale. Cool. It has a beach! My grandparents live like, on the damn beach so my brother and I would jump out of the car, throw on a swim suit and run head long into the water on a semi public-ish beach…

Yeah, not really. Part of the reason we do feedlots in the first place is so we can physically pack a ton of animals into a small amount of space. On their own, in the wild, animal populations spread out WAY more and have far fewer individuals per acre than feedlots. We’ve been down this road before, in Europe during…

And here I always thought that the Playboy mansion was the kind of place where you could just go to chill out and really get to know people for who they are. A compassionate place where you could escape the glossy veneer of fame and fortune. You know, just folks being folks.

This just in: different people get excited by different things. Is there anything wrong with that, provided it’s not criminal or harmful to anyone?

I had to double take because I read “I work at a golf course and I’ve probably helped run at least 150 weddings over the past 12 years.” as you’ve helped ruin 150 weddings.

Burner, because obviously...

Seriously! It amazes me how many people come to weddings and bitch bitch bitch about how they’re not being fed enough, or given enough alcohol, or how the Band won’t honor their requests for “Save The Horse Ride The Cowboy.” It’s not your day, assholes! And Uncle Russ, so help me God, if you show up to one more of…

Well for Christ’s sake let him out!

This story belongs to a friend. Friend and her husband chose to save their top tier for their first anniversary. Said top tier was stored in their freezer for a year. First anniversary rolls around, they take the cake out to enjoy it, cut a piece....and it’s styrofoam. They’d been storing styrofoam in the freezer for…

“You had one job, cake cutter.”

My late husband and his best man were in charge of transporting the liquor and the wedding cake to the hall before heading off to the church. They very carefully filled the trunk of the borrowed Lincoln with all the booze, then gingerly set the cake on top.

For $10k I’d better come out looking like Beyonce. And I am white.