What about a subscription box service for a year? Barkbox has dog stuff, but there are all sorts of different services with different themes.

Same. I just hope that Dr. Drew won't be the medical advice on our reality TV rehab show. Meta.

I had the same experience, minus the Catholic school. Middle school was hell filled with backstabbing Mean Girls awfulness. By high school I was over trying to have friends, which made life a lot easier. Middle school blows.

When they kill a white person.

Jet Blue is the best fucking airline and I'm glad they handed this dude his ass. Flight staff have to deal with enough bullshit.

My rapist made rape jokes. Stop defending misogyny.

Was this the douche ex? Because if so I'm imagining him ruining all of his clothes and his washing machine and it's making me happy.

I'm probably still going to use them anyway. My spouse is legally blind and has a hard time helping with household tasks (because what's the point of him washing dishes when I'm just going to have to wash them again later? Etc, etc) The pods made it so he could do laundry without causing a soap explosion. I'm not…

Nooooooooo no no. You just ruined my day.

My spouse is legally blind and has caused a soap explosion more than once due to using too much detergent. These pods are a fucking miracle. No more soap explosions!

I lactated during the off week and got morning sickness the first week back on. Ortho evra sucks balls for me.

That was my inspiration, also. I was an army brat and I'd go to the beauty shop on post to get my braids and twists done. I'm grateful to this day that none of the stylists laughed in my 12 year old face for being a white girl with twists.

As a prelude to this story, let me state than I'm agnostic about ghosts. I've had some experiences that could have been ghosts or it could have just been me being tired and jumpy. This experience, though, made me put a little bit more in the "believe in ghosts" column.

I stumbled upon what I think was child porn on a regular porn site. It was very disturbing and I started crying. You know what I did? FUCKING REPORTED IT TO THE FBI. "Hey FBI people, this girl in this video looked like I did when I was 12 please investigate it because I feel like vomiting and never watching porn again…

I absolutely hate people (men) asking me what I'm reading. It's happened dozens and dozens of times and never once has it not led to being hit on. If you actually want to get the name of the book, pull out a piece of paper and a pen, ask "Excuse me, but can I get the name of that book?" and write down the answer. Then…

It's a less-terrible version of John Travolta's Baltimore accent in Hairspray.

Some have L-arginine but that shit is fucked up too. In my time working in sex stores the worst is when some old dude comes in and buys a big-ass bottle of Liquid Virgin. *shudder*

This is the best. And worst. I'm so, so sorry.

I'm from WA and many of us put ranch on pizza.

I slather scrambled eggs in ketchup. I didn't know that was weird? I also put cayenne pepper in them. Eggs taste like how wet dog smells to me so I make them taste like other things.