No, not Edith. Mary. Definitely Mary.

My ex had a friend who used to drop her two kids off whenever she had to go find her homeless boyfriend who was living under a bridge. These poor kids were dropped off in their pajamas tired and cranky and their mother went off searching for an alcoholic who ran off on a bender. All in an effort to "save" him. It's…

Jesus, how insane. I'm glad your pooches (and you) are all right. If a cop shot my dog, I'd be dead too, or at least in jail for trying to beat the crap out of him.

Last year I moved to a new town which coincidentally is where my ex is buried less than a mile away. I'm going to speak ill of the dead here because she was a living nightmare when she was alive. She was controlling and manipulative and psychologically mistreated her daughter (and me). I stayed in the relationship…

No. the zombie apocalypse is scary. This scenario is FUCKING TERRIFYING.

Heels are evil. Evil evil evil.

Whose a pretty boy? Whose a pretty boy! Yes, you are a pretty boy!

Nah. They'll eventually find you. This guy is legally banned from living in the woods ever again.

I loved Andrea in the first season, but the whole blowjob in the car with Shane just made my affection for her drop. Then she left Michone and took way too long to figure out the Governor was awful. I don't know - I wasn't terribly upset when she died. Hate me if you will.

I dated a guy with this. He made an art form out of compensating for it. Whoever ended up with him is a lucky lucky gal.

Yeah! Drink an unhealthy beverage so you can become a cat hoarder!

This is why I hate hate hate to drive on fast roads in conditions like this. Even if you can handle that type of driving well, the chances of someone else making a mistake is high.

True, but that definitively proves that he's a douche.

So, you fell in love and lived happily ever after with the strange women who talked to you about her pap smear? Good for you. You're a success story.

Fake number. If you feel compelled to give one, always use a fake number.

A friend and I used to joke that we should summon some burps and then start picking our noses when one of these assholes approached. It would gross out the immediate bystanders but at least we'd be left alone.

Would you like us to wear a sign? Or post our dating resume on our chests? All because Mr Wonderful may approach us on the subway one day and he'll NEED to know if we're available RIGHT AWAY?

No. People read because they don't want to talk. Its the only sense of privacy in a very public place.

I found this happened A LOT when traveling overseas especially in cities. I'm not the typical girl someone would hit on - quiet, mousy looks, I looked like the stereotypical librarian at age 21 etc. But when I went abroad for a year? When they see that you're an American? In the park, on the subway, walking down a…

Also, what is everyone's opinion on teeth brushing in the shower?