I'm with the "this is fake" crowd. There have been too many inconsistencies and unbelievable twists and turns.

Honestly, aren't there over thirty women that have come forward now? I would not be surprised if there really are over 40 women who he's raped over the years, so I don't think "scores" is that much of an exaggeration. At all.

Serial rapist. If there are dozens of public accusers, you can bet your ass there are dozens more (yes, and scores) who are too ashamed/terrified to come forward.

I definitely don't know anything about this either because my husband and I totally didn't surprise each other this Christmas by getting each other painting of our dog.

I had the honor of being the first sexual partner of a man who now professionally impersonates Buddy Holly all over the globe. Global Holly wept in my arms and told me I was the nicest person in the whole world (presumably for sleeping with him)... besides his mom.

That is such a great story. "His name is Rob!"

I am so sorry to do this to you, dude, but you turned out to be kind of a fucker.

If neither were Juggalos you are still winning at life!

That is nothing to be ashamed of!

Not my story at all, but my cousin once fucked Vanilla Ice. He looked like this at the time (complete with that vile goatee-thing):

Had just graduated from college and was interviewing for jobs. Human resources lady calls me for a second interview, which goes well. She calls me for a third and arranges it at a local café (for a change of scenery). She looks amazing, but much different than she had the prior to appointments. It becomes obvious that…

My friend had his dog sit for an oil portrait, so.....

So I was banging this guy for like a year who was pretty shocking. On our second 'date' he invited me round for dinner - a concoction of meat fried with bananas which we ate in his bed out of a shared salad bowl because obviously. He used to get blind drunk, lost, and just come to mine at 3am ish every month or so.…

I felt bad, but then I read "it was like being water boarded" and lost my shit

My friends and I love to mock each other about the various losers we slept with in our erstwhile youth. There's one I have never 'fessed up to out of embarrassment, a guy who was a little more, shall we say, redneck, than my usual sensitive artist type. He drove a pick-up truck, was a hard drinker and a tough guy. We…

I won't reveal my most embarrassing person but I will reveal a hilarious one!

Post soul-crushing breakup, I briefly went out with a bald wannabe white rapper with a "home recording studio" in his closet and zebra print bedding. What's worse is that he was, well, a bit overweight and if he was on top when we had sex, not only would I feel like I was being crushed under his weight, but he would…

the guy who worked at an electronics store. His name was Eric Johnson but went by Lance at work. He said there was another Eric there and they couldn't have two, so he chose Lance. Lance Johnson. My friends and I referred to him as Penis Penis.

I lived with a guy once that we ALL hated. He was childish, messy, and irresponsible. Everyone who lived in our sprawling college town home (so, like, 20+ people) was literally counting down the days until he moved out. We'd actually all greet each other like that sometimes when he wasn't around: "two weeks!"

The ex-boyfriend who worked sex like an ADHD jack rabbit who said, 'what, are you just going to lie there?' while hammering away. I looked at the ceiling and thought, 'peach. the ceiling needs to be painted peach' and hung onto the side of the bed.