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Don’t forget option c, where people who are rightfully fucking pissed at being sacked by a moronic asshole intentionally leave some really magical bugs in the system.

I’d bet a huge portion of those layoffs are going to be from customer support. Musk is seemingly proud of Tesla’s complete lack of customer support, with his own Twitter account being more or less the only recourse for Tesla owners experiencing problems with their cars, so I expect him to bring this shitty customer

While it wouldn’t be entirely out of character for Musk to be this petty, it’s also entirely within the realm of possibility that the platform is simply becoming less stable as the company bleeds personnel. People have been jumping ship in droves since August. Even if the company was overstaffed at the beggining of

This was start-to-finish fantastic, thank you so much for sharing with us. I imagine how scared you were about getting caught for hiding that notebook but truly, thank goodness you did or perhaps this story could have been so much worse. I’m also so sorry about what happened to Sharon.

Your bitterness saved lives!

Girl code extends beyond the grave :)

It’s the 80s it’s Halloween on a weekday and I, being the oldest and a girl, am responsible for taking 2 younger brothers trick or treating, along with 2 young sons of my parents’ friends. My parents and the kids’ parents are at our house playing cards and and smoking cigarettes.

I’m not really a believer in the supernatural, but I had a ghost in my old apartment.

I’m thinking that he was planning to hurt you, but he changed his mind. 

Random Handsome Ceramic Loving Man

Ohhhh, yeah, that oppressive feeling is real. We live close to Baltimore, and if you’ve ever taken the Fells Point ghost tour, you know about The House. Looks like every other house on the street, but has the most godawful vibes. The ghost tour stopped there, and I immediately started shaking from head to toe (and

I have a few stories about my mom in this thread, so I waited a bit to write my own. A simple but powerful occurrence.

This happened to the ex-boyfriend of my cousin Alex. His family had just purchased a home in San Angel, a neighborhood in Mexico City filled with history and old houses. Among other things, it was site to the mass hanging of men belonging to Saint Patrick’s Battalion.

A little help from the other side:

In the August of 2012 my dad killed himself. Earlier in the year he’d had open heart surgery and was never quite the same after. Then he broke his jaw and a business partner screwed him over in a major way. He’d struggled with mental health issues for years but all those things combined broke his spirit. In July it

I grew up in a small town in central Illinois surrounded by miles of corn fields in every direction, broken only by the interstate to the east. Class sizes hovered around 80, and it wasn’t unusual to invite half the class to parties. This was especially true for kids who lived on the outskirts of town or out in the

“Tales from an ER Laboratory”

So I’m a dude, and a couple years back I went on a Tinder date with a woman who had just joined the app. She seemed normal at first, but after talking for an hour or two in person she started to give off that vibe that some isolated homeschooled kids have (not that it’s a bad thing), but basically like they haven’t

Not supernatural, but scary (and true) as fuck. This has been on my mind after the stories of that young woman killed by someone who worked at her apartment complex.