*He didn't stop eating meat until his parents specifically told him at the dinner table that he was eating Buster*

Yes, this was my life. However, his name was Spotty and he would follow us kids around all day. Even came in the house. Mom told us he went to live with people who didn't have cows, then Dad told us he was on the table. No meat for any of us for months.

When I was 8 or 9, someone in my Sunday school class asked for prayer for a farm-boy friend who had hand-raised a calf named Buster and was devastated when his parents slaughtered him. He didn't stop eating meat until his parents specifically told him at the dinner table that he was eating Buster, though;…

I think the term should be Cindarella Boobs, because they last for one night, and then the carriage shrinks back to its original size.

I never knew i could use my ocd on cookies, though i will never admit where the idea came from!

They should make an app for lonely extroverts to find each other so they can platonically meet for coffee and leave the introverts alone so they can get some peace. This app would make one million dollars.

She's European, right? I think we're going a little overboard enforcing American modesty standards. Nothing I saw looked porn-y or suggestive, really. She looked like a little girl in little girl clothes doing little girl things.

My husband is also an introvert. We are your nightmare social friends who regularly back out of parties because one or both of us just can't bear the thought of having to actually, you know, talk to people. We are pathetic. My poor youngest son, who is veery outgoing, complained when he was two and no one would…

I imagine extroverts feel how I feel when I'm surrounded by people that I don't know or like — anything is enough to get me out of the situation. I go to Arby's to be alone, you go to Arby's to be around anyone. We are not so different.

Girl I am married to an introvert. I fucking hate those infographics. Introverts, if you feel overwhelmed, there is this thing called a bathroom in which you can hide out. Or just irish goodbye. If I feel overwhelmed by my loneliness, my options are far more limited.

Oh, I figured out sometime around senior year that if I go to a mall and walk around the mall, it's usually enough to at least float me through. You know, because a sales person will at least try to talk to me, and I'll pretend to be interested, and maybe even buy a scarf or something out of guilt, and there are…

Oh man that whole situation sounds fucking awful. I'm a classic extrovert so I can completely understand the whole "I JUST NEED PEOPLE A PERSON ANYONE ANYONE" madness. I have, in my early 30s, managed to put to bed almost all of my fake friends, my I-just-cannot-be-alone-tonight friends. Extroverts go a special…

My freshman year of college, I was far from home (I am from CO, college was in PA), and knew I probably wouldn't have the money to fly back for dinner. My roommate offered to let me come back to New Hampshire with her and I agreed. A bunch of friends offered me places but I had already agreed to go with the roommate.…

what the video doesn't show is that she sings it over and over...for 9 hours.

Meanwhile, someone was taking over the cockpit.

What makes this creepy is the way everyone perceives this. I see a young girl modeling nothing more. Others seem to see a sexual situation (possibly stimulated by it and ashamed)

I agree — I think the problem is that we currently find it sexy when grown women pretend to be little girls, so unfortunately it makes a strange kind of sense that we start projecting that onto little girls who are just being actual little girls.

To me it just looked like she was holding a few stuffed animals.

Especially with how perverted the Internet can be. The people who are making this girl famous are perverts. She is famous because of perverts. Everyone is looking at her through a dirty lense and she has no clue because she's just a kid, 100% unaware of what's going on.

If she is having a good time and making money for her family, good for her.