Everyone puts their phones in the middle of the table. First person to pick up their phone has to foot the entire bill, unless the meal is over and no one's touched their phone and then the bill gets split.. Problem solved.

Cell phones totally throw off pacing in a dining room. Customers fuck around barely glancing at the menu, and then become enraged when I'm not available to take their order the second they are ready. And now, because they wasted so much time picking out the perfect string of Emojiis to expresshow they feel about…

It's fine if people want to do it (totally agree that we shouldn't feel crazy rushed while enjoying a meal) but they're NOT allowed to then go and complain about the whole experience being slower, which maybe I'm reading this wrong, but is that what this (alleged) restaurant is saying is happening? Stuff is longer…

Seriously, even if this is fake, it's real. But I do agree with Kookaburracho about some of the number seeming a bit high.

FAKE!

You've been friends for years? You've never once asked, "Remember that time you stood in the middle of the room and shook a bag at me for ten minutes? What was up with that??"

No bullshit, this happens to me twice a night, due to online coupons that people never seem to remember to print before coming in and try to load on their phones. Except we don't have wifi so they get pissy (and our online coupons says in big letters that the restaurant needs a physical copy so please print off and…

I'd imagine if someone had noteriety and a "look" that had bush, they'd keep it. See: Lindsay Lohan

This is nowhere near being in the running after some of the nightmare stories I've read here, but I'll go ahead and share mine anyway,

Yes, that's my dilemma . I no longer have any crazy people posting kooky political/social shit I don't agree with that shows up in my feed (because I learned how to control/stop that bullshit). Also, I issued an edict on my page telling people if acted like shitty assy butts and got in pissy comment arguments on my…

Incoherent and slut-shamey. NEXT.

I lived with a few people who dealt pot and they were all my best roommates. When I used to actually smoke, one girl even told me to help myself to her stash and leave the money on her bed. She was so kind and trusting!

Please tell me this all went down at Queen's, because every life story of complete UCC types at some point includes Queen's.

I'm in Toronto, so UCC means only one thing to me, but Americans and people in other parts of Canada who have not been privileged to send the family scion to this storied school will guess differently.

My worst roommate was back in about 2005/06 when I rented out a house with my best friend and her church friend. It was a little of a weird combination to have a gay man (myself) and two liquor-drinking GCBs. We'll refer to my friend as Sam, and her church friend as Anne.

They are too busy banning breastfeeding mothers and women taking Coppertone Waterbabies reenactment shoots with their toddlers to worry about videos of children being drugged and raped.

I mean, I know it's the law and the proper thing to do, but it still made me really angry to hear the host asking the parents no to use the name of the RAPISTS of their daughter and thanking them for their respect to that. Fuck that shit, like they had ANY respect for Jada's body or reputation.

I planned to move in with a high school friend my second or third year of college. A month or two before we planned to start sharing a bedroom, she began screwing my boyfriend on the sly. He then dumped me and took up with her just as we started living together. So for the next 3 months, my ex was sleeping in my…

I had a roommate that, while I didn't know well enough to really care about the specifics, was essentially the king of bad break-ups(KBB from here on in). We got a ton of angry letters under the door, weird phone calls late at night and the occasional act of petty vandalism.

I moved in with a guy I found on craigslist.