Oh I remember that now! Riley (or something) was SO lame.

Does she know "Petit mort" means "orgasm"?

Not really, but what I am afraid of are childhood home videos with me wearing glasses and being really uncomfortable and ugly. Or interviews with old classmates saying I was antisocial.

I watch so much Dateline I sometimes hear Keith Morrisons voice in my head. " It was a windy November morning...."

Wait, so the Christmas Special is for Christmas 2015???!!!!!!

Where does one obtain this book?

Jesus fucking Christ! I actually hid in my sweater and watched it like I was 10 and this was a horror movie...

Shit, I thought I was being clever :)

I'll take Song 2 please.

I was with a serial cheater for 2,5 years. I seriously still have dreams about hitting him, hurting him until it bleeds. I totally understand her.

Yes! What happened to Omri? I had such a crush on him...

I'm in Europe. My dad is indeed very fond of his socks and sandals, but I love him anyway <3

He has his mom's original nose!

Is she 34?? Oh my God. She has that inbreeding thing going on I guess...

Oh no no no.
I've been going through a rough breakup as well, with the added bonus that my asshole ex lives around the corner and frequents the bar that's across my apartment. I can tell you that it will get better. Don't know how, but it does. I watched an endless run of Jane Austen movies and all seasons of…

A friend told me once how he was at this guys place, doing the whole cleaning up before sex bit in the shower (I'm not really sure how that works) when something went wrong and the contents of his bowels just emptied themselves into the shower. As he was desperately trying to hide the evidence, the guy comes in and…

You're absolutely right of course, but when I was younger I was terrified of having to poop when I was at my boyfriend's house. Eventually he started to make fun of me, even doing a show with a hand puppet in front of the bathroom window once. After that I was cured.

A couple of days ago I was on the other end of this tragedy... I've been dating a wonderful man, and he came over to my house for dinner. He had been sick the week before, but insisted that he was feeling fine now. We had soup (I made sure nothing too heavy or spicy) and had a wonderful evening. After a long night of…

I was miserable in high school too. Thankfully, in my second year, a new girl transferred in from another school and we became best friends. We were just like Daria and Jane: sarcastic, lazy and total outcasts. We used to make comics about killing our classmates. If any of those stories had ever been found, I have no…

Um... to my knowledge, nations with strict gun laws simply don't have school massacres. At least in my country we've never had one. Or any sort of gun massacre, really.