Not sure if it's an option for you, but marijuana works wonders for my horrendous cramps.

You know, a "NSFW" label doesn't work when it's one line of 12-point text above the thing it's referring to. You do know that, right?

I came to Arizona because I heard it is covered in desserts. Upon arrival, I was informed that the state is actually covered in desert, but I believe the word "desert" should not have such a narrow definition. As long as I use the word "desert" to mean "dessert," I should be able to find the miles upon miles of ice…

I sure hope no one was shot, this world already has enough pain and suffrage.

So I start the article and I'm like woo someone finally saying do what you want, then I kept reading...

In a way, you have four vaginas. But in another, more accurate way, you have one.

Daaaaaaaaaad! No!

WAIT. THE WHOLE ALGORITHM IS BASED ON WHEN YOUR IDIOT FRIENDS GOT MARRIED? Excuse me, I have a date with some lemmings. I mean, seriously? You need a special app to remind of what Facebook is already constantly reminding you of? (Namely, that all your friends are getting married and you still don't give a shit.)

It is a constant ache. I know for me at least, it has always been an issue of "self-correcting" in my mind. I feel like I need to self medicate to function as a normal person in society, hold a job, etc. Every time I recover (which has been many times over the past decade), I settle back into this big sad lonely ache…

Not me but my parents:

In July of 2012, I was enjoying my summer vacation (I'm a teacher) and was scouring the Internet for ways to indulge my healthy obsession with "The Hunger Games" book series. One evening, I stumbled upon a HG podcast and listened as voices chatted and joked about casting rumors for the second film, "Catching Fire." As…

Stuck together on an elevator for over an hour.

I'm reasonably sure that the FB video is only going to "work" for people who've gotten married and had kids, or had kids grow up, in the last ten years. Those kinds of milestones give a narrative structure to something that's otherwise (seemingly?) arbitrary.

Yeah, one of my most-liked status updates was a picture of a giant roach I killed. Imagine my joy when, with a particularly dramatic swell of the music, the roach appeared between pictures of my best friend's wedding and a picture of the San Francisco skyline.

Once in the early 2000s (before it was cool to seek validation for your every move via reddit or whatever), my brother photo-shopped me out of our family photos and re-framed the 'shopped versions. It was hilarious.

The one near magazine street in Cambridge, right on the Charles and the TJ's in Coolidge Corner.

Go to New Hampshire. It's duty free and you can save a bundle.

We can't rest until I can buy wine at the supermarket in NY!!

A couple years ago there was a robber who was targeting these types of places. And they interviewed one of the bikini baristas on the news, and she said her boss called the police as it was happening because he had a camera installed so he could watch the place from home.