I love that cake. I mean, I don’t always LOVE carrot cake, but I love a cake that says Happy birthday Ma’am. It’s just so straightforward and unfussy.

I love a good opportunity to tell my roller coaster trauma stories (probably because none of them are that bad). When I was 14, my cousins were in town from across the pond, and we had plans to go to Six Flags Great Escape. Two days before our trip, I stood on a hornet hidden in the lawn, and the bottom of my foot…

My husband and I were dating when we went to Cedar Point. He talked me into riding the Mean Streak. All the way through the line I became increasingly panicked that it was too much and I couldn’t do it, but he kept encouraging me. We got on the ride, and heading up,the first hill I to,d him I was going to pass out…

You guessed it. Frank Stallone.

Yes. And apparently New Country fans have forgotten THIS IS OUR BAG. Remember that Reece Witherspoon movie you watched with the singing? Walk the Line? That song was actually written for the wife Johnny was cheating on when he and June got together. People will ask me if I know any good cheating songs and I’m…

I would watch this show under one condition: John Goodman only speaks in lines from Barton Fink, Big Lebowski and Raising Arizona.

When I went to college in the mid-90s, there was a ska band called Skaminist Manifesto.

Oh shut the fuck up with that “women of a certain age” bullshit.

Look, some women can be the most ardent supporters of an oppressive patriarchal system. Pam has survived in spite of/by virtue of her physical attributes all her life and can’t see the forest for the trees.

“...where the women are strong, mainly from fighting off unwanted sexual advances.”

What the fuck, Hamburger?!

For hotdog99999997:

This is hands-down the scariest story so far this year.

Holy shit.

Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

Alice Isn’t Dead and Nightvale are my JAMS.

Tried posting this one a few years ago, but was too late. Not a ghost story, but it’s one of the scariest things that’s ever happened to me.

This is freaking terrifying for all sorts of non-ghost reasons.

Right before I turned 21 I moved to a new city, transferred colleges, and got an apartment by myself. I picked a place out on the third story of a rambling old Victorian mansion - a modest studio with white metal cabinets from the 1950's and a rusted fire escape which always gave me bad feelings. It was metal, and…