Moyer’s kangaroo, goat, and llama...

I’m not sure how I feel about this.

But you can have MINI HORSES as service animals? I would like a mini horse plz.

One of the things I value so much, reading this story, is how clearly it shows the way that reporting someone isn’t always and shouldn’t be assumed to be a horrible excision of deep personal trauma—that the author reported him with the primary goal of keeping other women safe.

Thank you for having the strength to share your story.

Artists still use pencils. Some artists are very particular about which ones they use. The softer Blackwing pencils are always a favorite for drawing and animating.

So my parents bought their retirement home from a wealthy, childless gay couple. Y’all, this spot is wall-to-wall party showers. We’re talking minimum 25 square feet in the smallest one with 3 shower heads, and the master bedroom with, no fucking shit, 12 heads total and enough room to comfortably fit at least 10-15…

I’ll wait 7 or 8 years before his book “Doing Nothing: How I Learned the Priceless Art of Relaxation After I Had to Spend 2 Years in Bed Due to a Mysterious Chronic Illness.”

We have memes for that.

Man, he’s gonna be pissed when someone reads this article to him.

There were a lot of people last night commenting on how they were trying to evaluate his boxing career separate from his behavior outside the ring.

Speaking as a former child of a physically abusive dad, they are all cowards. After I turned 16 I got big enough I could stop the abuse. I'll never forget the look on my dads face when I told him, if you lay one hand on me, I will kill you, and I may not succeed, but you will be very messed up, I promise you. He never…

My story is second hand:

No, I’m just weirded out that the fake story is “Oh I fucked over this Spanish speaked dude by convincing Immigration that he’s illegal” & it’s supposed to make people laugh. I mean, if you’re making up shit to share, might as well go for something funny, no?

I once was in a relationship with this Yorkshire transplant who charmed me senseless, but he turned out to be way less charming and dumped me without even wanting to tell me why. Double whammy: I moved in with his dumb ass and he kicked me out with no place to go besides my mom’s. I banned everything even remotely…

Flushed the beta she gave me down the toilet, then returned the bowl to her house with a goldfish cracker in it. Definitely not my proudest moment.

Girl... There aren’t ways to explain how that asshat fucked me up for a while. Like I’m surprised my husband didn’t walk the fuck out with the baggage I carried from that one. It was cheating, and lying and just bullshit. Like I just reached my limit and was like basically nothing I do will hurt you... BUT this will.…

flushed my ex’s half pound of weed down the toilet and took his playstation directly to the pawn shop... still #sorrynotsorry.

What kind of life experiences does a woman have to have in order to turn into the kind of person who says "oh yea, every one of those women are just making it all up"?

+1 Daniel. Well done.