I’m up in the Nasty Nati and in the “amenities” paragraph I knew immediately that this was some Northside Nonsense, and it was gonna be BAD, and if the landlord is involved they will be not-present or completely unable to bring themselves to fix even one tiny thing. DID NOT DISAPPOINT.

Thank fucccking god they left…

jesus christ. hands down the the most terrifying story on here this year so far.

Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

That’ll teach you to stretch out your mom’s good bra!

Ok, I love this time of year, so forgive the new account, but I wanted to tell the story my grandmother told me. I can’t vouch for it completely, but she’s a very no-nonsense woman and I’ve never caught her in a lie (besides maybe how many martinis she’s had). Anyway, we’ll call her Betty. Betty grew up in Kansas in…

I don’t know how the cat did it, but that cat was totally fucking with you.

Oh, they’ll try. But here’s the difference between Stalin and Hitler and Trump. Stalin had to deal with Russians. Hitler had to deal with Germans. Trump has to deal with Americans.

I just asked everyone in the room and we all agreed this happened at least once.

FTR I voted for the last option.

I just watched the meeting between the judge and Trump’s lawyer. According to someone representing the other side, Nevada has no rules on a maximum duration for how long a polling place can be open for early voting. Additionally, Nevada has a years long precedent of allowing polling places to stay open during early…

Uhhhhh there’s nothing okay about telling someone about your violent fetish after you’ve isolated them in your home. If he was really in touch with his kink in a healthy way, he would have known that.

This just happened, on the 1st of this month.

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…

I know I’m late to the party, but here is a truly scary story - you might say it was a matter of life and death.

That’s the trauma talking. You did the best thing. You came into contact with evil and survived.

I run often, on trails when I can, especially during our deep South summers, where any shade is a blessing. I usually run with our two huskies, who look like wolves and who I consider to be a pretty damn good deterrent to anyone who might bother me when we’re out.

I’ve only told this story to my closest friends. I haven’t even confided in my sister (for fear of the obvious shame). Please buckle in because this tale needs to be told in length.

I can’t believe how far I read before I realized that might not be verbatim.

For those at work, I have the transcript:

Speaking of funerals, I used to request “funeral potluck” items for donations when I ran the kitchen at the drop in centre. Being an impoverished community, many couldn’t afford the wakes. So they’d call our pastor, who’d get in touch with me. I’d provide a frozen turkey, a big can of coffee, tea, sugar, powdered…