Lady Gaga is a musician. Madonna is a performer. Dismissing Gaga’s musical talent over her (weaksauce) gimmicks is missing out on her serious pipes and musical training. Madonna can’t sing for shit and never could.

I need to see her dress. Because if it’s a hot pink shirt-dress gown, then my life will be vastly improved by such beauty.

Just like at the debate, Donald started off appropriately enough and then absolutely cratered. In a room that should have been more friendly to Trump than most (a bunch of mostly monied conservative religious folks), he couldn’t but help but say something totally inappropriate and nasty about Hillary Clinton, and the…

Agreed.

I don’t understand the Schumer hatred here, I just don’t. She’s hilarious and she shares our values but she sucks because she said a couple of politically incorrect things? She’s a fucking comedian! (I’m not yelling at you Sparky, I love you, lol! I’m just so sick of this constant attack on her from both the left and…

This should have WAY more stars. I wish there was a way to bump comments up so more people could read it.

This isn’t exactly scary, as it is pretty weird and a little sad and paranormal. It’s also kinda long, but it really happened to me this year.

I want to hear every story about your grandmother!

Something very similar happened to my boyfriend when he worked at a local bar. Everyone would say the place was haunted, he didn’t believe it. There was one time when he said all the bulbs in the upstairs part of the bar broke at the same time. But the experience that made him a believer was one night when he went to…

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…

You were briefly trapped in the opening credits of Tales From The Darkside.

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 isn’t my story, personally, but it’s one that has kicked around my family for so long that it definitely feels like it’s mine. It’s been told and re-told, but I do think that the central details are very solid.

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!!”

This isn’t so much my story (I am in it) as it is my mom’s. She still gets irritated if we ask her questions about it, she just says “I don’t like to remember that time, everything about it was negative.”

I’m crine at the idea of a silent library, then suddenly a wail erupts from one of the computer terminals. It’s Granddad, rending his clothes and tearing at his hair. People rush to his aid, but he just keeps screaming...

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

Yes, I have been waiting for this! I’ve always been away before, but this time I am ready, though I’m in the grays. Oh well.

I housesat for my best friend’s parents (who were like my second parents) before I moved out west. It was a pretty sweet deal: I took care of their three dogs, two cats, and bird and got the run of a four-story farm house style surbabn pad with a pool and 80 inch HDTV.

WHAAAAA -- okay, I haven’t even read past the marinara story. What the hell did you do? How badly was he injured??