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Yes! Naf Naf was here in the states too! I had some of their stuff... and that fabulous Bennetton green and white striped rugby jersel... oh the late 80’s/early 90’s!

I KNOW.

I’ve said this before on BCO, and I’ll say it again here: We need to end “The Customer is Always Right” culture in America. The customer may sometimes be right, and any good business owner will try to deliver a high quality product/service and do whatever she or her can to keep her customers happy, but for fuck’s

I’m going to share this as a cautionary tale, one that I am not proud of at all.

Urgh, even after I knew she was gonna walk into the door I was hoping someone was gonna appear out of nowhere and kick her in the vag.

Your couch is tacky, and I hate you.

Rachel Dolezal has filed suit claiming this is her baby and that she is the egg donor, sperm donor, and sister of Malcolm Y.

“wrongful birth and breach of warranty”

Little girls are evil incarnate. In elementary school, Stephanie was my nemesis. She’d been particularly mean since kindergarten, and on the first day of 3rd grade she shoved me off the top of a slide during recess and I broke four bones in my wrist. I was horrified of her. Never told the teacher. In 5th grade someone

In eighth grade, completely out of nowhere, I decided to apply for a scholarship to a boarding school* and I got it. Freshman year of high school rolls around, and not only was I starting at a new school that was two plus hours away from where I had lived my entire life, but I also was now living there, with a bunch

First day of kindergarten I convinced my goody two shoes best friend to run away from school with me. We made a break for it during recess and ran for the hills. Our teacher literally caught us and made us sit in time out. When the teacher walked away from the bench I made a break for it again. Of course I was caught

My first day of kindergarten, I wound up sitting next to two other girls named Heather. There was Heather P and Heather S and I was Heather C. Teacher thought it would be cute for the Heathers to be friends. She probably never did this after the movie Heathers came out. But it was 1986. So I sit down, all happy I am

Not first day, but it was in the first few weeks of 8th grade.

In the style of the LET ME LOVE YOU! gif, I HAVE STORIES!!!!! Ahem.
My family had just moved to Georgia (my father had just joined the military, and we were waiting for a house on base to finish being prepped for us) but in the meantime, we lived in a trailer park and I went to a school nearby. I was in kindergarten,

What I have to offer is, uh, similar, but the opposite...? It was the second-to-last day of school and I was so relieved because that assholes Jordan had made my sixth grade awful. First he had made fun of me for being flat-chested, and when I very rapidly went from zero to C cup (adult bra department KILLED ME from

It was 1979. The principal actually told her that she should be “flattered”, as that meant Ricky liked her. She didn’t know what the word flattered meant but she sure knew bullshit when she smelled it.

Sitting at the back of the bus going back to 6th form college (UK equivalent of senior high I think?) cheerfully discussing how crappy our school was (it was actually pretty good for a massive comprehensive/state college but still) and the bus caught fire underneath us right outside the fancy private school. The

I also moved to a new state right before my freshman year, and spent the first month eating lunch on a toilet in a locked stall...until I discovered a shy goth girl doing the same thing. We started eating lunch together, until I made the Pom-pon squad and dumped her for more popular friends. I still feel bad for that

But think of all the amazing things she’ll be able to craft. I mean, she already made an IUD cozy and she clearly has a surfeit of material.