"I'VE BEEN COMING HERE FOR 10 YEARS NOW!"

What the actual fuck?

The only time I've ever had a bouncer get involved was when I smacked the guy who walked up to me while I was dancing and stuck his hand up my skirt. Luckily, the bouncers were on my side when I explained why I did it and they threw the guy out but they were still really anxious that I didn't do anything like report…

I can't stay away from it! It keeps pulling me back in with it's siren song and, before I know it, I've added ~100 new projects to my to do list.

Same here

I never take pictures before I give my projects away but my most recent things were this blanket (in beige) for my great grandmother, and not actually this blanket but something that looked just like it for a co-worker's new baby.

This is making me want to join the police and specialise in sexual assault cases to try and balance things out a bit.

My great grandmother still won't eat pasta because it is 'foreign'.

I used to work in a supermarket and people would forever be trying to get into the dark store when all the staff were coming out/locking up/getting into their cars to go home.

Domestic violence can happen at all levels of society, to all people. Being rich and smart doesn't automatically protect you from abusive arseholes.

I was wondering the other day (I saw the book in a shop) if it would ever be possible to remake the film but keep all the crazy racist stuff that never made it into the original (i.e. the copious use of the n word by the main characters, how good, sweet, kind Ashley belongs to the fucking KKK and his wonderful, sweet,…

What does that even mean? I've read it over and over but I just don't get it. Is the 'they' he speaks of women? How would being legally raped allow women to do whatever the want with their bodies? What?

One or two of my friends post daily positive affirmations and it drives me bonkers. I'm starting to wonder if they're hiding something...

I wake up with this song in my head on a regular basis.

I'd like it to be not a big deal because, after all the hype (both positive and negative) and all the 'talks', the first time I had sex was just very.....'Is that it? Is that what all the fuss was about?'

Not quite the same thing, but I had a friend in uni who had a 'Hope Chest' that her and her mother had put together - not for when she got married and would need all those sheets etc. to make a marital home, but for when she moved out on her own to go to uni.

This is fucking hilarious and something I'm definitely going to be on the look out for now

My dad did something similar except he was clutching an axe rather than a gun. He's a big guy with long, wildman hair and a beard and he was yelling incoherently so it must have been quite a sight to behold.

This makes me sad and I hope you're not down on yourself/being manipulated by him any more

Oh my fucking God. It's like a non-stop shit parade.