It really makes you appreciate the situation we’re in when you’re actually hoping for Mitt Romney.

Can’t sleep, clowns will grab my pussy.

For my money the BEK one was scariest. And the one with the creepy photos from Salem, MA. Gives me the heebie-jeebies just thinking about them.

Moats are a criminally underused security system.

I really need Jane to dig a ditch around the house and fill it with alligators and fire.

That is fucking scary. And so dreadful about being watched and scoped out. I like to think I’m vigilant day-to-day, but the idea that some creep is watching me and learning my patterns is so terrifying.