They never took a doggie bag home and they never touched Golem Jesus’s meal.

He wouldn’t ask a man the same question. That’s the problem.

Depends on the frame. I’m a large frame person- wrists nearly 7” around- and I am 5’1”. I have linebacker shoulders- I find I often cannot even fit in shirts that are supposed to be my size across the chest/back/shoulders. If I were 135lbs, I would be very thin. When I was 115-120lbs, people often asked me if I was…

Really? I’m glad you enjoyed it, I couldn’t get through the whole thing. It seemed so different from the first two. If it had been written about a completely different character my expectations might have been neutral and perhaps I’d see it differently, but the BJ character seemed to me completely unrelated to the one…

In this one, Darcy stammers and stutters when suddenly Bridget has a markedly different face, and he struggles to tell exactly what has changed.

I can get down with that. For me it’ll always be About A Boy Hugh Grant. Something about that playboy baby faker did it for me

This is why you do extensive research on who is going to tattoo you. Get to know the artist.

Yeah, you’d probably find a lot of (confused) support for that... (although maybe not so much in Maine)

So, if I wanted to be the town clerk I could refuse to issue [contraception] and hunting/fishing licenses (in Maine) [to gay people] due to veganism? Awesome.

Nope, sorry, religious “conscience” only applied to contraception and gays, nothing else.

I’ve been to three funerals in my life, but my great grandmother’s funeral when I was seventeen has to be the weirdest/most uncomfortable one of them all.

This story is one that happened to a friend’s family. My friend’s father is an incredibly well-spoken, intelligent guy, so when his father died, he was chosen to give the eulogy.

Okay, so let me preface this with a trigger warning: This story relates to the death-by-firearm-suicide of a young person, and includes some description of his body post-mortem. Just putting that out there for people who find that difficult to deal with.

I basically babbled. Something along the lines of, “I’m so glad he has such an open minded and loving family, but I’m not a sex worker and I really only know him from the amazing stories my new coworkers tell me. I’m so sorry for your loss, and I’m sure I would’ve loved him but maybe not that way but maybe that way…

The guitarist from my old band died quite unexpectedly at a youngish age after a long battle with what we could only assume was a bad combo of Tourette’s syndrome and Aspergers and an accidental toxic combo of the questionable drugs he took to keep all that in check. Rather than a typical funeral for a strange and…

So a week after I started this job, a guy who no longer worked at the publication I worked for died in a car accident. I never met him, and he was a copy editor so it wasn’t like I was familiar in any way with him through what he wrote.
But nevertheless, the EOC said everyone needed to go. So I went. And somehow the…

Many years ago one of my very good friends died suddenly. The circumstances were pretty bad but he had this super cool hippie mom. His mom was the mom who’s house we always wanted to hang out at as teenager. So when he died she decided to bring him home and some friends made him a pine box and she decorated it with…

I am going to keep this one short and sweet.

I am horrified by myself that I did this, but this is by far the most awkward thing that I have ever experienced at a funeral.