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OMG that reminds me. I changed schools in middle school, and in my new school, there were two kids who were forever picking on me. I generally took the "Just ignore them" advice from adults, but I guess my resentment was building up, because one day, our teacher didn't show up for math class... And while we were

NO. No judging. The beauty of this game is that we all accept that humans have moments of weakness and THAT WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER and you are RUINING IT.

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Usually I have decent reasons for my breakdowns so I don't think that counts. My daughter had one a couple weeks ago though. We are at the mall, going to meet her cousin at the play area. We've not been to this mall so I didn't see this coming - play area is on the second floor and there are no stairs. There is an

I was in shock, BP down to 70/60, my husband holding one ankle, my mother and sister on the other and I screamed at everyone in the room, "I hope you enjoy the show!" And passed out.

The time when Depo was the hot new thing on the market, and my gyno forgot to tell me that it isn't recommended for people who have depression before she stuck my ass with 1 years worth of estrogen (back in the day it was an annual affair).

Great submissions in last week's Pissing Contest, but I think Meezer5 is the winner in our hearts:

Hmmm

This is a story of how one of the worst days of my life ended up reaffirming my faith in strangers and in the human race in general.

Mid-December 2013, my boyfriend of three years unceremoniously dumped me via Facebook chat. Among other things, he told me that he didn't want to get into another relationship for a long time. A week and a half later, I got a call from a friend who noticed a bunch of pictures of him and another girl, one I knew had a

as a too-old-to-throw-tantrums child, 8 or 9, after a day hiking, Dad would not let me bring my walking stick home in the car. My filthy, rotting, branch I'd been using as a walking stick. Complete meltdown, screaming sobbing in the mud;

This is Mark Shrayber, right?

Add a tapeworm and a limitless supply of cinnamon rolls and I'm in.

I have big boobs on a smallish torso already, which sounds fantastic to like 13 year old boys, but I'm also a runner and its annoying and I hate them.

LOL, I feel like a lot of straight women would suddenly feel bi-curious if a girl who looked like Amber Rose was interested in dating them. She's like some kind of futuristic sex robot.

I'm not even bisexual and I would date a girl if she looked like Amber Rose. She is super hot.

So...1. I have finally come to terms with my bisexuality and 2. I would undoubtedly date a girl who looks like Amber Rose.

I have had grown adults throw tantrums because we wouldn't take photos of them serving the homeless people, nor would we let them photograph the clients. We have a designated group of our regular volunteers who would walk through the meal line up for photographs - and even them, only their hands were photographed.

Porn you read is the best porn.

One of my favorite 'single and living alone' memories is a bottle of chardonnay and a sudden overwhelming desire to get in shape. I had my hula hoop that I'd ordered after I went to Bonnaroo and decided that was my thing (it wasn't), so I picked it up and choreographed an entire workout routine in my living room. It