Even if he had been homeless and bothering the women, the answer isn't to yell at him from inside the building. Homeless people, panhandlers, and, yes, even black people are human beings. Seriously, what the fuck is that?

Nope, I love your 9 year old self. Screw security, you were awesome!

This is the best story I got:

Circa 2002? Maybe 2003.

I was the Room Service Coordinator at a casino in Atlantic City, NJ. My job consisted of taking orders via phone, creating the checks, assigning servers, and closing the checks. Room service also handled all the amenities for the shows, so I've been on the phone with an assortment of…

Better late than never, and most definitely should've posted this story sooner but here it goes. I do promise this will make you smile.

but, but movies and TV shows and and and...

Because oftentimes dudes have so little respect for women that they won't back off unless they know there is another dude involved.

Friend: "Come on, buddy, let's go back."
Swaying dude: "[Angry look]"
Friend: "You can stay at my place tonight"
Swaying dude:"QUIT COCKBLOCKIN' ME MAN"

I have a buddy who does something similar. It takes him entirely too much dutch courage before he can talk to a girl, but by that time, he's so hammered, he can barely form sentences and he sounds (and his facial expressions resemble) Sloth from the Goonies.

People actually do this? We are doomed as a species.

Never thought I'd be happy to be old & ugly.

My favorite hair story: my mom's best friend's kid was about three. One day her mother enters a room to find her scissors in hand with her hair lying in heaps on the floor. She freaks out and asks her, "Honey, why did you cut all your hair off with those scissors?!" And she replies, "Because I didn't have a sword!"…

In the early aughts, I tried to give myself blonde highlights over my bright red (dyed) hair. Most of my hair stayed bright red, but my slightly grown out roots took to the bleach. My roots were platinum and the rest was bright red. I was very skinny back then and slightly resembled Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast,…

My mother decided that nothing would be prettier than a semi permanent bright red rinse in my ginger hair. So she walked in and squirted it on me WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER.

When I was about 15, I dyed my hair jet black. Which made me look like I was not only dead, but in advanced stages of decay. After a few months and a few inches of my natural (dark-blond) color growing in at the roots, I tried bleaching all of it platinum.

shedding like a neon snake

I don't have pictures, but when I was 15, my family went to our home country for my cousin's wedding. My aunt booked appointments for the cousins, aunts, etc. to get their hair done at a salon. So I went in with an idea of exactly what I wanted. I wanted something like this image (curled, pinned to the side), but with…