Does anyone want to start building a canon of the all-time greats we’ve had on here, over the years?
I feel like the crawling civil war ghost would go on there for me, from this year. Just a deeply upsetting mental image.
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Now just what the fuck is this?
I love watching terrible movies on long flights—like, when I’m home, am I gonna watch Aquaman? No, the hell I am not. But when it’s 3:37 am and I’m 4 hours into a 7 hour flight and everyone around me is sleeping? Bring on Aquaman! I need something to dull my mind and the pain of flying and I’m not downloading that…
Last year someone here (PolicyChick) called these types of couples “Doppelbangers” and I have used that term ever since.
It’s funny because I life in a Jeopardy-first state (New York) and I’m always like WHY WOULD ANYONE SHOW WHEEL FIRST??
I used to volunteer for horse therapy with disabled kids, and we would occasionally let them draw on horses with chalk. Just wet the side of the horse and the kids would draw with chalk, horses didn’t seem to mind it (in fact one fell asleep standing up while being drawn on).
First of all, since the fuck when is an open door cause for 5-0 to be all up in yoiur house, peeping in and shooting from outside like they don’t have any goddamn sense?
Okay but what about the cats??
This story isn’t scary, and there are so many other stories on here that I doubt anyone will read it...but it IS true, I wanted to share it somewhere, and folks in my normal life would probably roll their eyes, so...
NO.
One day I’m walking up to my apartment and notice a cinder block is sitting underneath one of my bedroom windows. I’m puzzled, how long has that been there? There’s a dumpster for our building’s trash at the end of the drive, and I think, maybe it accidentally ended up over next to my window when someone was trying to…
jesus, that’s a scary thought. Reading that part in the story, I even thought “god, how many times have I had to unconvincingly laugh something off to bear through an incredibly uncomfortable conversation with a creepy man”
It’s fine. I’m fine. Totally off topic, I just called my husband and told him to get excited for some DIY plumbing projects because a stranger with power tools shall never be allowed to cross the threshold of our home again.
I grew up in a small town on the Oregon coast, and it was the summer of my senior year of high school in the late 90s. My best friend and I were asked to house sit for some family friends of ours as they drove their son to college back east. They’d be gone for a whole month—jackpot! The family was one of the wealthier…
GIRL NO, HE WILL DO TO YOUR LIFE WHAT I JUST DID TO YOUR SHOES.
This is a tale from the 90's, that long ago time when land lines ruled king of communications. It was during this hypercolor era that I was left alone one evening on my family’s 120 acre plot of land in the Great Piney woods of East Texas. The house that we lived in was a bit ramshackle with the original shack my…
I was recently staying at a wellness resort retreat in the desert. I don’t want to say the name because it’s truly delightful, but it’s like one of those place where white women go to do yoga and eat organic food and get Ayurveda massages. They also have a lot of things there that would maybe be considered mysticism.…