A friend of mine works in a poor part of San Francisco. Some of her students were pocketing the oranges and or crackers the class helper would be for snack period. She was new and unsure as to why they wouldn’t eat their snacks. Did they not like them? Were they going in the trash later?

I paid $1200 for a very tiny one bedroom (no utilities covered) in California. Not even a good town in California. One of the most dangerous and ‘miserable’ Places to live (Forbes words not mine), in the country.

A 12 or 13 year old kid pushed me into a soda display in a grocery store once (it hurt like a bitch), when he turned to run I close lined him. He fell into a nearby wall of firewood.

You must be divorced from my BFs ex... Oh wait. Or is this sort of thing actually just common among douchebags?

I married the man I started dating after my ex, so to me it seemed like maybe I should give a heads up...but then I realized I had one relationship, he had already had two breakups since me. I decided he wouldn’t care.

I was babysitting a little girl (maybe 14-15 months old) and took a tylonol while she was in the kitchen with me. The bottle fell and pills rolled everywhere.I started freaking out imagining all the pills she could eat before I got to her. I decided it was better to scoop her up and put her in her playpen before…

I used to shove unpopped popcorn kernels and dried noodles up my nose. Common logic would say I was dumb, but I like to think I was silently protesting craft time.

Bless you. Your nieces will appreciate you. Or just don't raise a creepy son...looking at you Aunt Margaret.

The beginning of that story seemed kind of sweet in a dumb guy way...the end was very sad and creepy.

I wrote one myself and made several copies when I had my wisdom teeth out at 19. I don’t know how legally binding (if at all) it was but my greatest fear was my parents refusing to ‘pull the plug’.

The Rue debacle taught me the racists have poor reading comprehension.

I knew a girl who worked there and ‘cute’ or not they usually have a specific ‘look’ for staff each season. A certain kind of ‘boho’ tank or fringed short/skirt/romper....it was pretty regimented. They even had an appropriate cuff width and instructions for a ‘low roll cuff’ denim look.

I had an attached two piece suit as a kid that I thought looked like a really cool work out leotard (my mom did too if my side ponytail is any indication). But I distinctly remember and older woman telling my mom ‘for shame! Putting your *baby* in a *french cut* bikini! FOR SHAME!’.

Now I'm shaking even more. Fuck her.

That makes me furious. When my mom was incapacitated by a brain tumor I brought her clothes and sheets every day because she missed the was ‘her’ laundry at home smelled. I painted her nails and did her make up almost everyday because that made her feel normal. How do you let someone who cared for you your whole life…

This place sounds fucking horrible.

I grew up around a lot of very conservative (not quite fundie level) Christians and this was a common argument. ‘What keeps people from raping, murdering, and molesting when they don’t believe in God?!?!’

Well do you?!!!! Everyone knows the Internet can’t just makes claims without proof.

Thanks. Sorry for the bother.

It’s pretty bad when a POS like that says ‘damn dude...that’s fucked up’ and calls you a liar.