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I've always been fascinated by Floki but this is just endless. Have a volcano erupt or something.

I can’t wait for the constant tweeting about how Democrats are bullying him because they’ve decided to conduct at least minimal oversight; in the past couple of years the worst he’s had to deal with has been the occasional mean tweet from slacktivist Senator Ben Sasse.

I had no idea who the actor was that played Carl when I first saw this movie, I was not prepared for what would happen to me when he took off his clothes

My parents have always had toys.This is their latest one. I don’t know why he is making that face, because he’s a doll. He thinks I’m his mom and makes my mom let me talk to him on the phone.

I’ll step up and defend Jack Russells. They are crazy and snappish, but if you can get them under control they’re among the smartest of breeds. You can train them to do all kinds of human-friendly tricks, like the Frasier Eddies.

That deserves a round of applause.

Here’s a true story, no ghosts or italics.

Posers have always been around, of course: see the cliche of “writers” who spent all their time in coffee shops, actors who go to every class and workshop but never audition (a young Jeff Goldblum does a great take on this in Last Stop, Greenwich Village), etc. But even posing used to take some level of commitment.

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In the wild, the males are more transitory, and the females really only want them around when they are in a mood to breed. Matriarch lionesses will only breed with a male that can demonstrate physical dominance, and mating is quite violent, sometimes to the point that the male wounds the female significantly.

I insisted it happened for years and my mother told me all the while I was too sensitive. I no longer talk to my family. Nothing happened to him.  

I’d be happy if we could separate out the abusing animal stories. I seriously do not want to read any of those.

I posted a story last year kind of late and don’t think I got out of the greys, so here’s to traditions. This is a new one.

I live in a condo complex of attached townhouses. On one side there’s an older lady (in her very late 80s) and two of her middle aged children. They’re all pretty friendly, in that old Italian

I wish my ghost dog would come back to visit me. In the first few days after her death I thought I felt movement on my leg while on my bed, but that could be wishful thinking. I would seriously love to hear an unexplained but insistent “Yap!”

I’m so disturbed by the dog thing. That shit sticks with me :(((

This is not as intense as other stories here but it was pretty scary. I’m a Canadian guy who lives in Paris and last Saturday I was coming back from grabbing a bite at around 11 pm. My phone died about 30 seconds before I got to my place. Paris is mostly apartment buildings, most with a little box at the front door to

Bahh, I’m going to be buried in this comments section, but I’ve been meaning to submit this for four years now, so here goes:

My husband and I were renting a small house in ’08, just after we’d had our daughter. One day at my husband’s work, the publishing company with whom he was employed asked if he’d help clean out

About 12 years ago I think, I went to my Mom’s house for a Thanksgiving. In the evening we had the TV on low while we were chatting with some other family members. I see my Mom’s brow furrow as she’s looking at the TV, and she said “I know that young man”, and we looked up at the picture of someone on TV. “He was at

My son’s in first grade and there is a classmate whose mom carries him everywhere. She’s petite and he’s not a peanut; his feet dangle past her knees. She carries him from the bus, she carries him to the bus, he sits on top of her on the bus. I thought maybe he had some kind of mobility challenge but them I saw him at

“He would even unclip my nursing bra for me and say, ‘Thank you, mommy,’ afterward.”