I dressed up as a basket of deplorables:

First shift a trip a new retail job and I really have to fart, so I sneak over to a deserted section of the store and let it fly. Of course, it ends up being A Fart That Could End a Marriage, and someone comes over looking for help about three seconds later.

When I went in 2009, the Vatican toilets were the only free ones I found in all of Italy. I was way more excited than I should have been.

And we had a big picture window in our front room. He may have been watching me through that window while he talked to me. Uggggh.

I think my radar was broken as a child. For the most part, I was super friendly and almost too affectionate; I’d climb onto random old dude’s laps because they reminded me of my Grandpa. On the other hand, my grandparents had a cleaning lady that was - by all accounts - the nicest woman in the world, and I was…

He was a completely random creep. He never did confess to how he got our names and phone numbers.

I’ve always pictured that building as the boarding house too! I’m kinda jealous you lived there.

He only got a few months, so he’s been out a LONG time.

I once snorted 151 proof rum out my nose. My eyes watered for a week.

Your comment made my mind immediately go to this, one of the delightfully corny Canadian Heritage Minutes - nice women don’t want the vote!

Definitive proof that she wasn’t asking for it, would be my guess. Sigh.

I’m ashamed to say that took me a minute.

Me too! It was close to 25 years ago, and I still get a shiver up my spine every time I see a car like his.

Not a paranormal story, but I was incredibly creeped out by this.

Or purr-fect, if you will (I’ll show myself out).

The 6th doesn’t involve them shooting someone so it’s really not on their radar.

Being from Halifax, I have an in-born love and respect for Boston. But yes, your sports fans are... challenging.

I’m waiting patiently, popcorn in hand, for one of them to bust out the “his penis is too small to rape someone” defence.