Did they also explain to him that they’re not islands inhabited exclusively by virgins?

I guess someone’s brain merged ‘pen and paper’ with ‘pad of paper’.

Maybe that wasn’t a halloween costume, but its true form?

For next year I foresee ghost stories about people being haunted by zygotes.

One evening in our old apartment we heard a horrible scream coming from our upstairs neighbours. We were terrified and not sure what to do. Then someone knocked at our door. In my mind I was expecting some kind of axe murderer, but through the little window we saw the upstairs wife. They were in a similar situation as…

I don’t know the legal situation in the US, but in several countries there are exeptions to when you have to personally help a person. In a situation like yours you still have to call 911 (you can first drive to a safe distance), but you don’t have to get out of the car or stop the car.

People can have full conversations with me while I am asleep, which I won’t remember when I wake up. There were several instances where people claimed that I had agreed to something in that state and were angry that I ‘had forgotten’ or ‘changed my mind’.

There you go.

That sounds a bit like sleep paralysis.

Luckily my bathroom is too small to be a desired haunting space for ghosts. I think they’d rather haunt a porta-john.

I read that one on the official creepypasta website. I don’t know where it was published first though.

I don’t mind people wearing old furs. There already are so many fur coats in the world, we should at least get good use out of them.

My mother will keep calling it ‘couch’ anyway.

I also know some German versions of this called Kaltschale (cold bowl), but those are all sweet and are made with fruit.

The historic German name for avocados (before we figured out just to call it avocado like everybody else) was ‘alligator pear’, so your fear might be justified.

I no longer remember the context, but my mother had a similar outburst about pig milk. Then I reminded her that there are more mammals than those whose milk we can buy at the store.

Spain, Italy and I think France too have many recipes for cold soups. It’s nice in summer.

‘Told by the peeping Tom who saw it through the window and heard nothing of their nonsense dialogue, without any of that inner goddess shite.’

Didn’t Meyer also do a gender-swapped version of Twilight?