The really sad part is I think I was about 11 at the time.

My dad played a version of this same joke forever. Whenever he had to give his name for random things like the wait list at a restaurant, he was King, Joe King. And my mom, of course, was Faye. In case you’re wondering, we children were Lee and Mark.

I took a comb and wound it up in my hair as a kid. You would think it would be easy to unwind, wouldn’t you? Not so much.

Those are the exact shape of burrs. Which are just a shitty bastard thing.

LOL kind of like me and kombucha. Not a chance am I drinking any hippie fungus water. I’m afraid it will make me become like Them.

Does anyone ever wonder what the deal with Runyon Canyon is? Anyone?

Yes, I understood that once I read the story. Thank you so much for taking the time to explain it to me!

Me! Me! Me!

I use airbnb a few times a year and always rent the whole place, so I couldn’t figure how this worked. I was thinking “So do I put that in the “Special Requests” box, or what?”

Right?!? Like his brain wiring is off. He’s not quite connecting with the world, and therefor he seems capable of anything. Like a cult leader or something.

It’s like that moment when you think your team scored a goal and you come halfway up off the couch before you realize a foul was called.

Just call it “Bendy Stretchy Class”

As a descendant of colonizers who lives in the colony (California in this case), I know I should not appropriate native foodways. I also shouldn’t appropriate from other cultures. So I guess my only recourse is to research the foods of my exact ancestors in their places and eat those foods?

And isn’t the rule that dogs under 30 lbs need to be in a rear-facing seat in the back? Signed, your concerned neighbor.

I worked in a printshop where we did a catalog of foot fetish videos. I was fascinated to see the endless variety - it’s not just high heels and stockings, as I had assumed. There are stinky sweat sock fetishes, ugly toes, sandals with stockings...everything.

Indeed. Not that the commenters agree. They are full of judgment, accusing the author of being hypersensitive, of wanting the attention, of failing to say no; they suggest she’ll learn how to say no more firmly when she’s older and advise her to take steps to get over it, because unwanted male attention is coming…

Thank you. You are very kind. I’m glad you at least have a decent aunt.

I hope so, too. My sis got MS and two of her “best friends” totally abandoned her. Never called, never came over. She has since passed away and I hope they feel guilty every single day of their lives.

My 90-year-old mom recently told me that her evil grandmother had advised her mother to abort her. She’s still pissed about it, and rightly so. My mom’s mom was happily married and the kids were about 15 months apart - apparently too close for Grandma’s comfort. Evil grandmas.

Four dead people. I remember.