If you’re gonna complain- at least offer a tip as to how to resolve the issue.

Slightly off topic, but THIS is why I miss going to church in the South! I wouldn’t get this dressed up, but I LOVE watching those who do. I know a few older “Mothers” who still go all out every Sunday, and they look fantastic doing it. My own grandmother did it up until she couldn’t go to church anymore. I sort of…

I am so glad my parents do not over-share. My dad’s penis shall remain a mystery for another person on another day.

This is us. This is the black community and this is the history We collectively share. We endure,forgive and continue to push forward. We are angry but more than anything we are hurt. We are hurt that we have to continue to beg for equality. We are hurt that progress is met with immediate disdain and a movement…

Seconding the point that most of us have probably been exposed to this just by knowing victims. The OP’s story and the one above about the creepy older brother both had elements that reminded me uncomfortably of vague childhood memories. Like around OP’s age, and I know that I didn’t really understand child…

Righteous and delicious

A few years after high school was over, most of the girls who were awful to me started being really nice to me all of a sudden. Probably because I had become super hot and was dating a very well known university basketball player (college basketball in my town is like...a big deal). So now I am friends with all of…

Rickety hickory dock.

#neverforget

Really, the dock should be billed first.

prediction: by the end of the film, the child will succumb to diabetes and the wife will fall off the dock all over again, forcing Will Ferrell to relive the worst moment of his life besides making this movie.

I recall a couple of sad friends at the entrance of a festival one time trying to figure out what to do with their pipes. I was just like give them to me, give them all to me. When I was done they thought I was magic.

So did I! Except I hoarded my gold coins in a leather pouch I bullied my parents into buying at a ren faire. I think I fancied myself a medieval merchant.

That reminds me of middle school, when people were like “you only have big boobs if you can hold a pencil under them!!!!” I got my boobs early, so I was like “shit bitch give me that pencil CASE and watch this!!”

Ha! I used to hoard those Sacagawea coins in this special little case like they were literal treasure.

When I was a young kid (not that young actually, but we’re going with young) I used to get all my money changed to quarters and carry it around in a money pouch and pretend I was rich and also in the middle ages or something.
This is not relevant to your story but I thought I would share.

That made me think of Angus, Thongs etc etc and when Georgia tries to hold shit under her boobs to see exactly how powerful and LARGE they are.

The other day I noticed a bunch of Oreo crumbs had accumulated in my collarbones while I was eating in bed laying down. Sexy y/n?

....who is touching your bones? o.o

I mean I have vaguely sexual fantasies related to rubbing quarters all over my body but that’s because I never have any and I like to park my car and wash my clothes sometimes so quarters are, like, v. desirable to me.

What I’m saying is this challenge gets me off but like in a way that feels empty and sad after. When…