I don't believe for a second that men have a higher tolerance of pain than women. Quite the opposite, in fact.

It's just an amazing coincidence that so many diseases/conditions that doctors label "garbage can diagnoses" are virtually always found more often in women.

Respectfully, a lot of what you say here is incorrect.

The whole memo assumes the reader is a white man. So the default at this firm is white guys, and anybody who isn't a white guy is a "diverse employee." Way to make non-white, non-male employees feel like they don't belong.

Having formerly resided in Boston and ridden that bus, this was the ONLY story I could identify with. I salute you and all your comrades.

I am tearing up laughing at this, not the least of which because I lived in Boston for years, and know what a horror show the 1 can be on the best of days. You really have a way with words. After San Francisco Boston is really having a fun showing of horror stories in this pissing contest. Who know it was so…

Travolta ruins everything.

That. Is. Amazing.

Splendidly recalled. Winner!

new favorite bedtime story. this is gold.

Similar to my best only in NY story .... my sister was visiting me in the city from Florida. First, we went to Bloomingdales shoe department, where my sister was totally tweaked by the pair of siamese twins there (remember the ones connected at the head? One stood and the other was in a high chair wheelchair? …

Obviously you have never seen the movie Showgirls, or you would know how very sexy and sensual pool fucking can be.

In the pissing category, (though more funny than gross) when I was in high school I lived in a small town that had a big Christmas parade every year. One year, one of the local drunk/druggies was dressed up in a bunny suit (who knows why) staggering along, all messed up, when he needed to pee - so he just whipped out…

I just got really creeped out thinking you were referring to Aaron Carter.

I did a fair amount of oat-sowing my freshman year of college. The school wasn't known for its diversity, and I was one of the few black girls on campus. Since I stuck out like a sore thumb, most of my hookups were followed by a fair deal of boasting and gossip. Depending on your gender, I was commonly referred to as…

Oh god. Three St. Patrick's Days ago, I decided I'd go out and party in D.C. with a colleague of mine, who was just becoming a friend. We were two pretty attractive, single girls who didn't know what the night had in store. So donning some green shirts, we started out in DuPont taking free shots of whatever the hell…

There used to be a dive bar called Cheap Shots in Manhattan (closed after being deemed a public nuisance) that you drank for free on your birthday, was busted for underage drinking at an alarming rate, and you could order something called a truck bomb which is the same as a car bomb only in a pitcher rather than a…

Oh sweet youth. I've read Jezebel for a few years now, waiting for my moment.

This story is brought to you from actual Ireland, where we... don't always cover ourselves in glory, either, to be perfectly honest with you. You can keep the parades, though.