Plus, he owns that comic book store and is into collectibles, so I can totally see him keeping a big wad of cash on hand at all times in case he finds something he has to have.

The Salman Rushdie story slayed me. Still laughing. Imams declaring fatwas! Angry bussers with dishtowels! His list of anxieties keeps growing.

Let’s all make a promise that when/if we become famous, we will all be Kevin Smith Famous.

The Kevin Smith story is terrific, and totally appropriate for the guy who made “Clerks.” “But you people weren’t even supposed to BE here past 10:00!”

I believe there is a saying about something not cracking that applies here.

I think dcsate is going for Pinkham’s Law on the fight.

I think Taylor Swift would be a better comparison for that.

Preeeeeetty sure you love to be “that guy.”

I did not submit this but I saved it because it scared the shit out of me. I figured it wouldn’t get picked because it was too buried in the comments.

My uncle wasn’t even phased by it. His reaction was basically simple annoyance that he’d been pulled away from his important cases over some dumb trees and a few hacked up deer. If I’d been there, I would have burst into tears and pooped myself simultaneously.

I just spent a glorious hour reading the terrifying stories someone linked to on reddit about all the creepy shit a Search and Rescue officer supposedly encountered during his career. And I suddenly remembered something that used to scare the piddle out of me. And I’m gonna talk about it here because it stands a…

I used to work in a very remote town, while living in my hometown 30 miles away. I was 20 and my Dad had just secured me my very first car to make the commute, it was a mid 1990’s Thunderbird with oxidizing paint, leaked every fluid I put into it, and had shitty gas mileage. Needless to say I was in love.

I wonder if it was even your mom. I had a similar experience when I was in kindergarten and it’s never left my mind. My mom worked crazy shifts when I was little and we lived with my grandma, my dad and my sister. Sometimes my mom or grandma would get me up and ready for school depending on who was available.

YAY. Okay here goes -

Not mine, but here’s an old family story that comes by way of my late Great-Grandmother, a hardy rural Yugoslavian woman if there ever was one.

When I was sixteen I would sneak out of the house at night get high and read a book (Such a rebel, I know). There was an empty forclosed home next door, and I would get inside via a basement window well and smoke in the basement’s bar area. One night it was raining pretty heavy, and I forgot to bring my lighter. I…

ELDRITCH APPROVES.

I’ve seen places that do this in the northeast, like Jersey and Long Island, etc. Where they’ll basically have a box kit that includes dough, sauce, cheese and various toppings portioned out for you to make at home.

Inspired by the Rachel Dolezal Method of non-answers.