My boss asked me to send a photo to his son once because he couldn’t figure out how to attach the image to a text.

Sounds about right to me, although I never thought of it like that.

I dunno. I’d rather do nails than work in food service ever again, because I’d say I’ve seen way more people power tripping at restaurants than in salons.

I think it sounds awesome. But if I asked for one where I live (middle of nowhere) I’m pretty sure the high schooler at the counter would be like “O_o um wat”

What if someone sued all the gays for making their straight marriage less meaningful or legitimate?

First, you start kissing and then hands start roaming and then, oops! Sex just kind of happens!”

My mother has only ever voted once in her life, and that was to vote against Mitt Romney because she had this seething hatred of him as a person.

I was born in the early 90’s and have always thought of cornrows as something that both white and black people wore. I’d say I’d associate it more with blonde middle school/elementary school girls wearing them more than black people, actually.

Ha! A restaurant once ignored my request to keep my food separate from the seafood because of my allergies. I puked on their tree in the middle of the lobby.

It’s been like 4 or 5 years and she still has the dog, and still has like 3 or 4 of those “foster” kittens, too.

Not my story but a relative’s.

No, it IS crazy.

Cesar Milan is the worst person to listen to regarding dog psychology.

You are right, I misread.

When I worked retail we were only allowed to have two $20s and a few $10s in the register at any time. So yeah, $400 is a LOT to have in a register.

When I was 11, on vacation with my family in the outer banks. My parents gave me some money to go up and get food and soda from a cafe, and an older guy started hitting on me and following me around.

Totally different type of gas, and totally different method of dying.

Reposted from above:

Nope! The purpose of breathing is to bring in oxygen, yes, but also get rid of carbon dioxide.

Didn’t meet her, just saw her. On a porn site.