Was always going to. Continue reading.

The Trumps will never be able to perform any shade, because shade requires the ability to read deeply and connect dots. Shade is semiotics. Not a single member of that family possesses the subtlety, attention to detail, or nuance to truly understand shade, much less throw it.

“A figurative rape, okay, but the framing of this story has people thinking she was actually assaulted on film.”

Ah Jezzies, the time has come to share my Chad Michael Murray story. I was hoping to be out of the greys before I unleashed it, but no matter.

Thank you! In the other post, I ranted about why I’ve had enough of the entitled white male schtick. Just shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up. This is not your election. This is mine.

I made a hole and then barfed on the beach....

Dance magic dance

Our lil Daphne loves her Scooby-Doo.

Reverse mermaid

I did an Operation costume, my daughter was Inigo Montoya

Ah man I cant believe I missed the window to submit. Honestly I look forward to this every year. Might as well write mine here in case anyone wants additional reading.

Not only that, but the majority of the staff agreed it was the scariest one.

It made my day that my submission got picked! I both thank and resent my friend for sharing her terrifying story with me.

I’ve always attracted ghosts and other weird/unsettling shit. I try to ignore most of it but every so often, I can’t. A few months ago I was driving to pick up my husband from work around 5pm on a nice clear day. Where the highway splits off it becomes a bridge with a small, shaded grassy knoll down below. As I…

The house where I grew up was pretty new - way newer than any of the other houses on the block. A typical one-story ranch house that you might see in any stretch of American suburbia. Likewise, all the furniture in the house was pretty par for the course. My room had a little-kid bed, a nightstand, a table and chairs…

This took place when I was about 10 years old. My mom had rather quickly filed for divorce, but she only had a part-time job and made very little money, so finding a place to stay that was affordable and available immediately was tough. A friend of hers told her that she and her husband had…

A few years ago, my then-3 year old had a fever which I was treating with baby Tylenol. I gave him his dose before bed, got distracted and walked into his room to see him holding the medicine bottle in one hand and the dropper in the other saying “I give myself a medicine!!”

Okay, so this is the first real life thing to freak me out in a long time. Here it goes.

My good friend-let’s call her Jane to protect her identity- told me her ghost story last year, and since then it has been confirmed to me by several people who were around at the time. It took place back in the late 90's when she was in her early 20's.

Not my story personally, but from a friend: