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Don't you know that diseases are only real when they affect men?

I think I've been to the place mentioned in Rabbit LaRue's story. Everything about the description matches. The red vinyl, the overpriced rat pack drinks, the tiny stage, and especially the way-too-loud-for-the-tight-space band. The only thing is, that place still exists. To the best of my knowledge it has never

one of the symptoms for endometrial cancer in post-menopausal women is a renewed abnormal vaginal bleeding. Often becoming severe and debilitating resulting in secondary symptoms such as anemia

Unrelated story about my mom, that I sense most Jezzies will appreciate:

Get over yourself, Teakwood. My wife wouldn't even want a quickie on the island counter.

MO 2016.

I think the larger question is how will he balance career and family?

When I was 18 months old, I toddled into our neighborhood bagel place and requested the chocolate bagel. My dad tried to dissuade me, and explained that it's pumpernickel and that it wasn't really chocolate, but I insisted. Apparently, I chowed down like a little dinosaur, and the next day woke up and said, "I want a

"Well, Larry, we're both assholes and our combined douchcanoe-ness created a black hole in the universe that sucked all our love for each other into another time-dimension where it awaits mankind in order to destroy life as we know it."

I'd like to respond but I can't stop laughing at that name XD

I bought into that whole "trust your body to fulfill its primal biological destiny" thing and ended up having a failed natural home birth after three days of back labor that ended in a hospital transfer and unwanted cesarean. Yeah, most pregnancies can end in an unmedicated vaginal birth if that's what mom wants but

"Sorcia, I'm in love with your best friend [a dude with a hilariously ridiculous name that I cannot post here]. We're moving to Virginia and I hope you'll be happy for us."

My (now ex) fiancé and I had a somewhat long-distance relationship. I worked an a city 3 hours from the small town we lived in, so I would stay with friends or my parents while I worked my 4 days on, and go home on my days off. Things were never "good" when I was at home, but anyone can tolerate each other for 4-5

I used to frequent an all night diner , they had a waitress exactly like "Ursella " . I was working as a security guard and I used to stop there before going home. One night , I thought I would amuse her with a little wind up penis. Wind it up and the little guy would hop around all happy like, so I did that, she just

For quite a while I was "that one guy who goes into a Mexican restaurant and asks for a burger." Then I turned eight. ;)

Dear Ms. Faircloth,

If Guy Fieri was a place, he would be St. Louis.

*you're

Hey, Camden isn't quite that bad. At least they know how to make a fucking pizza.

What you described is distinctly Staten Island expat in New Jersey. Fine difference is the heels; a Bergen County or Monmouth County girl would be wearing platform flip flops.