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    My husband went wedding nuts and invited NINE groomsmen...not even people he was particularly close to, he was just so excited and kept asking his friends/coworkers/family to be in the wedding.

    Thanks. I wasn’t sure if my post seemed to support that kind of behavior and I wasn’t sure if I should add a disclaimer. Sometimes I’ll make a joke or retell a story and because it’s via text (and without tone or body language) it can seem mean or offensive.

    I hope my sarcasm came across about how inappropriate I thought the strangers comments were?

    No clue. I suspect they meant that the freckles were sparse and located in one general region (bridge of nose and cheeks) and light colored?

    I have light freckles across the bridge of my nose and tops of my cheeks. I never minded them (necessarily) but I was always a little envious of creamy/pale unmarked peaches and cream complexions.

    I had a similar experience a few years ago and loved it. I’ve wanted to do it again because my brow furrowing came back (I don’t have resting bitch face,I have resting homicidal fury face) but always forget and spend my extra cash in something useful like food or cozy boots.

    Paul Newman?

    I thought ‘bonus’ sounded kind of sweet. I can’t imagine anything wrong with someone loving my child and considering them a ‘gift’ and happy addition to their marriage.

    I have a horrible family member who happens to be an ethics professor. When I tell stories about things he’s done people think I’m joking, he’s like a cartoon villain.

    I have two close friends with kids. One is a ‘super mom’ primary breadwinner, primary caretaker, homeschooled her oldest, etc. I haven’t really seen her in four years and we only talk when she calls (every few months). She asked why I don’t call anymore and I explained that I knew she was busy and that I didn’t want

    Celebrated her 20th birthday in 1985? Is 60 now? Is that right? That doesn't seem right...

    I found hypnotic poison when I was 15 and it’s the only perfume I go back to. I always get compliments and on me it smells like a sexy not too sweet creamy dessert, on my friend it smells exotic and sensual. It’s a cool perfume, I don’t care what anyone says.

    Now that I have proper potato sustenance, I will. It was getting pretty scary and hangry there for a minute but my will to eat junk food turns me into an adorable John Nash.

    When I was in high school I saw a nurse vault over a McDonalds counter and administer aid to a worker that had either had a stroke or seizure (I was scared and I’m not sure what causes you to pass out and wet yourself?). It was insane seeing a five foot nothing older woman fly over a chest high countertop like it was

    I'm 32 and I just made a lasso out of a belt to drag a bag of chips closer to me because I didn't want to mess up my snuggie placement...people have let me buy a house and help decide if someone goes to jail.

    I always had my face pressed into a book...my slouch is legendary. The posture seemed to go with the idea that her character was an avid reader.

    My formerly normal, funny, smart, and well adjusted friend has recently began sharing articles and memes against standard childhood vaccinations (even though she’s a NURSE and knows for a fact how serious some of these preventable illnesses are) and pro-NRA and Trump-esque political stats...you know the stuff the

    When I was very very young I would often crawl into bed with my mom while my dad worked nights. At some point I began to see a man in an old fashioned mechanics jumpsuit standing in the corner with dark smudges (of grease?) on his face. Sometimes he was solid and sometimes he was foggy. He never did anything and

    I shave my legs everyday, even when no one sees or feels them (though I’m married so usually someone ALWAYS sees or feels them), but I always have. I just prefer the smoothness from shaving and exfoliating. I get side eye from friends when I say this though, so I might just be weird?

    I’m sure it’s not popular or common opinion/occurrence but I can and have run in high heels many times. I don’t think there are many things I can’t do in heels at this point. Mostly because I love heels, partially because I’m short, and largely because I refuse to run or walk barefoot. I’d rather tip over or get