I heart you so much for not redacting his email address. And linking to it.

This was my favorite bit: “There’s a big movement in reality TV to be outraged about feminism. I’ve been in professional wrestling. So yes: come see my mirror; eat my wings—I don’t know what to tell you, honey.”

Always test mirrors if you're in a room with one. Put your fingernail against the glass. There should be a gap between your finger and its reflection. If there's no gap, you got a two-way mirror.

He rambled the whole time. I just listened, and typed.

Wait, they answered the phone as “bathroom mirror”? They are now referring to themselves as this incident?

This guys answers aren't even vaguely coherent. Was he stoned when you called or is he really like this?

“which sounds like something a racist five-year-old would write during a meditative break from lying facedown in the toilet merrily blowing bubbles in his own poop water”

Gross. They mention in the Indian Country Today article that many of them will stay and take the shitty treatment because they need the job. I recently watched Reel Injun on Netflix, and it’s appalling that Hollywood can still get away with such blatant disrespect and racism. But people will tell them “Lighten up!…

I’m actually surprised Netflix picked this up....

You have a gift, Anna.

The real Mark Twain plays the role of “dead man doing barrel rolls in the grave forever”

wait i’m sorry

Word.

Why is Adam Sandler.

I don't know why you wouldn't expect so many stories from trolls. Desperately crying out to be the center of attention is their whole deal.

My aunt “has” Morgellons. I “had” something similar in 2010. I was obsessed with ingrown hairs, to the point that I believed I had almost twice as much hair as I actually had, but it was ‘trapped’ under the skin of my scalp and therefore I had to free it with my fingernails. I waxed all the skin off my chin because I…

before : YOU'RE ALL WEAK, I CAN DO IT.

In the summer of 2002, I came home from college to find all the furniture in my mother’s home piled in the center of the living room as she attacked it with some sort of spray. My sister, who just finished first grade, had a head lice scare at school and she was being proactive.

I’ve commented before about the small contractor, who was also a racist, sexist assbag, that I worked for years ago. His idiocy and ego knew no bounds. My favorite was when I was sitting in his office with the project manager (PM) for one of our regular meetings:

Cathy Young is the real-life Rita Skeeter