Oh my parents were not happy I went into the military. I did not involve them in the decision at all and it wasn't until they got a letter from me in boot camp that they realized I had enlisted.

Your post just gave me flashbacks to my childhood particularly getting grounded for my brother's incest porn (he didn't know what it was when he searched for it; another kid in class told him to look it up).

My best friend once told me that her mother — a harried single mom who was too tired to beat around the bush — told her that she simply would not ask questions she didn't want to know the answers to. I've always thought that was a wise take, and an indicator that come question time, shit was important.

33 year old guy here. I was 20 when my mother, on a long car drive to pick me up from the airport coming back from my second deployment, decided to have the "sex talk". It was surreal and utterly uncomfortable. So to put an end to it, I pointed out that I had training on sex education in boot camp...and high…

All children lie. Some less, some more, but all lie on occasion. I taught first grade for 18 years. At this age some kids still have some fantasy thinking going on, and sometimes they truly believe what they are saying even if they know you saw the opposite. "But I just SAW you do it. Just now." "I didn't do…

This reminded me of how my life was as a teen. Abusive dad, brother who was the golden boy and allowed to do anything but I wasn't allowed to because I was a girl. I got punished for stuff he did. It was hell. As soon as I could I rebelled. I have to remember how bad those years sucked because I don't want my kids to…

HA. Jokes on you cubeazoid. That's where I Instagram from the most.

I'm 26, I live over 500 miles away from my parents, and I still lie to them. I think lying is par for the course in the parental-child relationship, it's really the significance of the lie that matters.

My parents have always been overprotective, so I learned early on to keep certain things from them because I knew they wouldn't be able to handle it and would make it into a bigger deal than it is. I never did anything "wrong" exactly, other than the lying. But the things they were certain I would do in high school if…

I sometimes wonder if people just forget what it felt like to be 15. I'm 34, my teen years were brutal. I had an abusive dad, my parents fought constantly and I was the scape goat. I was a good kid who didn't do heinous sht but they treated me like I was the 12 year old on Maury who wanted a baby and did hard drugs.…

I have another one- I once saw a hippie on a unicycle, carrying a large bag of dog food on his shoulder. When we have him a thumbs up, he wobbled slightly, returned the gesture, and rode on.

That is the funniest/most dangerous mental image I've ever had. So thank you? Also I'm glad he didn't kill you with his car.

One night I was sitting at a bar just making small talk with anyone who crossed my path and I got to talking to a cute guy about his home improvement projects. He had just completed an install of new hardwood floors. I asked him how far away his place was because I would really like to see his new hard wood...floors.…

SHUT UP FLEFF

"With this outfit, I was going for a cross between 'walking herpes virus' and 'date rapist.' I think I got there."

How... can that come up many times? Do you carry them with you? Do you just trawl Chinese restaurants for cute guys?

My own started when I was working as a clerk at the library, and this guy I'd seen - and I'd also noted that he was The One That I Wanted - at punk shows came in a few times a week. I started to throw candy on his table every time I saw him, and I would not look at him and just walk away. One thing led to another…

I was on a terrible date at the bar at the Carlyle Hotel in Manhattan, on the Upper East Side. Some of you may remember this from a previous Pissing Contest—this was the gentleman who was a "writer" that didn't read books because he didn't want to pollute the purity of his own thoughts. I was completely, totally DONE…

Well, fuck. I'm here early enough and I've got nothing, other than the truly ridiculous number of times I've pretended not to know how to use chopsticks to get whichever dude is currently The Target to show me how.