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My elder sister, always the Tomboy jock chick, had broken her arm playing “touch football” (falling onto pavement, basically) with the boys, then with a cast, climbed a tree onto a nearby garage roof, fell off and broken her OTHER arm and shoulder. This one needed that brace that connected to her waist and kept her

Oh FUCK that guy.

I sat on candle at a friend’s out-of-control Christmas party after an ill-advised tequila shot drinking contest; my favorite Guess jeans I guess were saturated with spilled booze and lit up like Bananas Foster. I still have groovy burn scar on the back of my thigh.

Seriously. It still feels a gut punch to this day,  

I respect that.

And it’s such a pernicious, tacky, crass movie too!!!! I suspect that the producers were blackmailing them all or something. 

In the water, I’m a very skinny lady!

Let’s just say that Sun In and are not friends. 

Right?

I think any story that includes the phrase ‘cystic acne’ has to be in strong consideration. 

I wanna say that was a family schtick to cause a scene and not have to pay.....

(I mean, if it was bleu cheese...)

That ended up in a direction I wasn’t expecting. I was assuming it would end in projectile vomiting, Not that.

That’s.... hygienically inoffensive and rather clever, except the whole skimming and thieving aspect.

The second one reminds me of those harrowing Canadian workplace safety commercials. You know which one. The up and coming chef who just a lead on her restaurant and was planning a wedding. A greasy spot on the floor. A stockpock of boiling water.

No joke. 

There is nothing that will top this unless someone has a tale of interrupting a human sacrifice at the Olive Garden or something.

I still the french toast made accidentally with cumin from the last round with this topic is the best!

Winner winner, chicken dinner!

Wonderful article! My mother forced us all to make our beds every morning (or as she would say “dress your bed!”). We also changed the linens every Saturday.

Wonderful article! My mother forced us all to make our beds every morning (or as she would say “dress your bed!”). We