Imagine the length of her arm to be able to put it on Leo’s shoulder in that Star cover.

I think they are adorable together as friends (and she’s too old for him by his standards at the moment), but I could totally see them getting together in a retirement home when they are in their eighties, singing a wobbly cover of “my heart will go on”.

Does Leo get this question at every presser too? I am genuinely curious cause I don’t remember ever reading about it.

“Best kisser? Leo or Idris?”

In 1st grade snuck into a church with a jar & took holy water & then smuggled it back home & drank it thinking if I drank Jesus’ water I would never be thirsty again. (From a bible quote). I was PISSED when I was thirsty a few hours later. I didn’t tell anyone until college.

I read the thread, and I agree with a lot of things said by you here, and also everyone last night. I am really only posting here because I found it frustrating, there and AGAIN HERE RIGHT NOW, that there are STILL men posting comments like “I hope it’s not me!” and “maybe I’m a jerk sometimes but I try not to are you…

My mum told me that when I was lying, she could see spots on my tongue. So if she thought I wasn’t telling the truth about something, she’d get me to stick my tongue out and then I knew I’d be caught so gave in and admitted the lie.

Excellent idea. Mr. Duck sounds like a goddamn winner.

I didn’t find out that I was bad at gin rummy until I was 25 because my grandmother always let me win!!!

I read a story somewhere about someone whose mother had successfully convinced him that he was deathly allergic to marijuana. He didn’t even think to question it until a college friend asked him how she could possibly know that, at which point he furiously confronted his mother and she laughed a lot.

Mom needs a bunch of tests, because her doctor picked up a murmur.

“Actually this is for my Satanic Cult meeting! Want to come? We’re looking for a human sacrifice!” (Yeah I know that isn’t really a thing but crusty old dudes like that universally seem to think so)

A thread last night ended up turning into a long conversation about the men commenters of Jez. And without being quite sure what to say or how to say it, and definitely without meaning to speak for anyone else, here goes:

Hi all! I created this burner to shamelessly brag about my personal life. It might get buried in the greys— oh well!

I am so mad at myself. I was wheeling a cart out of the grocery store with a few items including a case of Miller Lite (don’t judge me) for a Cubs party. As I was heading towards my car, some old man entering the store stops, points at me and says “Going to get drunk and take care of your kids?” He wasn’t joking, he…

My parents told me an elf would cut off my thumb if I sucked it.

I read a thread comment here today about the little lies people’s parents told them (that nickolodeon was only available in a Florida and they got PBS at their house; that drinking soda in the morning would kill you). It made me giggle and giggle.

That’s the face of someone who’s had to deal with two people who hate each other using her as their vent about the other person.

Get me out of here, send help

I grew up about 200 yards away from Grandma & Grandpa’s house. On the weekends, when my parents would dish up Grape Nuts cereal for me brother and I, we would hide it in the coffee table that had little doors, and we would make a beeline for Grandma’s house, where we would fill up on some sugary cereal that had…