micheala1212
cangrl75
micheala1212

Me too, me too.

Ah, I love this trash circus.

I wish I could back too and tell myself, it will be ok. You will meet an actual nice man, and be way better off than these fucking losers. 

What he says* in his wallet. The man doesn’t pay for a fucking thing and he got famous using the same branding tactic as Richie Rich.

Fellow fat girl here commiserating with you. I had male bullies and my weight was ALWAYS their target.

Trump IS a fucking dork and I hope he gets shoved in a locker permanently. 

He’s got the White Man overbite down pat. 

The men who consider themselves “alpha males” scanning the room, ogling women and rating them on a one-10 scale, complete with crass commentary, crude laughter, and boundless entitlement.

Whatever she’s saying, I’m sure she’s right. 

Not mine, but my boyfriend’s.  In his wooded island hometown, there is a legend of the Log Man.  If you see a log or branch across the road on one of the dark, winding lanes through the trees, go around it.  If you can’t, turn around.  But whatever you do, don’t get out of your car to move it, because that’s what the

OF COURSE R. Kelly lives at Trump Tower. 

Free Gayle King!

I grew up in a town with a lot of Revolutionary War Heroes and some people who went on to shape our government. Behind my middle school there is a small pond that was once a lake that got filled in over time until became the small pond we know today. Apparently the rich, famous family that lived next door to where my

Mobile is haunted af.

This is my favourite, I love the angry cat ghost!! 

Another one that I was thinking of whilst preparing breakfast (sausages, eggs, proper bacon and not that laminated shite you Americans seem to love, with toast)...

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Excellent story telling!

Slow clap for this one.  I don’t know why it doesn’t have more stars but it was intriguing AND entertaining.  Nice work!

I do, however, have an urban legend from my birth location (lived there six months, it counts as a home town, yeah?) Anyway. So, this is a swampy area along the south-eastern seaboard of the U.S. A place not exactly friendly to locals, with roads overrun with sand blown off the coast and crabgrass, with roads overhung