Thanks for this. I basically shit on my entire potential for art-making because my first husband refused to allow me to make “art” until it “paid my share” of the rent.

My second husband is a fucking saint from heaven who supports me whether I am making Fat Bank in a corporate office or starving and manic in grad…

I *LOOOOOVE* Necco Wafers.


Some kid literally dropped two Snickers outside our house and we found them on Sunday am. I was like “Guess our Snickers weren’t good enough?? Next year, RAISINS.”

My boy cat LOVES to get up with me and get into the bathroom, especially for shower time. He’ll walk between the shower curtain and the liner, and meow meow meow at me while I am in there. It really makes showering entertaining.

PS - Pinkham, can you get me out of the greys? I *never* sent you my poop related story, and I never will.

Thought maybe I will send you my pentecostal applebees story, though I don’t think it’s that great.

Dude decided to call the cops when he saw them getting into the car to drive.

Dude saw them getting in the car because he followed them out after stiffing them.

If servers followed every single guest to their car to make sure they were ok to drive, I think we’d have a very different bar scene.

As someone who has been on one of the winningest trivia teams in Denver’s bar trivia history (seriously - winnningest, to the point that we would walk in and people would give up and walk out, people knew of us, and even when we played under a different team name, we STILL won, and STILL got called out) - I just want…

Nope, not far at all. Gotta love the DU area. ;)

F-no, I live in Denver, and have tried taking solace in the fact that most of these stories happen in the age-old east coast world.

I had a few things like that happen when I was younger. Maybe next year I will write them up - it seems like a waste to tell them now (but I never think of them as “scary stories” - more like just “the things that happened.”)

Um....I knew a guy named Tim from EMU who was fucking insane and terrifying. He was a “friend” of my first husband. Creeped me out.

I adore min-pins so much. They have such cyute faces.

Love it. Just love it.

Instead of watching the debate, my friend tweeted the worst offenses at me, and I drank beer and coded an online magazine. I think I got the better side of the deal.

Exactly the thought I had. Sadly.

Pibbles are the best.

OMG ALL OF THESE I LOVE THESE DOG PICS MY DOG IS A SHEPHERD MIX AND I DON’T CARE THAT I AM SHOUTING OR ANYTHING AND I LOVE CATS TOO BUT DAAAAWWWWGGGGG.

We have one here called “Jose O’SHea’s”.

Oh my god, Chi-Chi’s. I was a hostess. Once I got in a car accident after work and had to stand on the side of the road in that awful getup of white fluffy blouse, cummerbund, and giant skirt. I started changing every day before and after work after that, and *never* got the smell of “tex mex” out of my backpack.

I can’t get a serious confirmed straight answer from google, but is hot and sour soup always vegetarian? And never with peanut oil? Because it seems like something I really want to love, but am never sure if I can order it.