I am distantly related to these people, though through the line without money or influence, but through the line that carries these particular mental disorders. I barely just escaped being "Little Edie'd" by my mother, and she still managed to steal a good part of my life. The documentary is more like a horror film…

It's like the old saying:

Magic school bus crime version

Rather than get upset over this douchebag's comments that make zero sense, instead I invite you all to laugh at this picture that makes zero sense.

Sneakers. For SNEAKING.

And ask yourself, why is Iggy Azalea on the receiving end of this "lesson" in hip hop history and not the dozens of black rappers who abuse the genre with mindless lyrics? We all know she's being singled out because she's white (whether or not you are intellectually honest enough to admit it is another matter). Quite…

Rather pointless. "Blah blah blah hip-hop blah blah blah slavery blah blah blah white privilege"

Wow 42 passes as 24 in the UK. I'm in the wrong country!

$15?! I'd pay that to be able to wear this coat with some tights and an old timey hat and strut around my house like King Henry VIII

Police: Can you describe the robber?

"non-lothario guinea pig who refuses to leave cage watches from afar, then logs onto chat room to complain about how female guinea pigs only like assholes"

I don't understand why this is a big anti-religion rallying point. A guy got mad that the Bible was in the fiction section, and we're all going to act like 10 year olds and say "HAHA! THAT'S BECAUSE IT IS FICTION LOLOLOLOL!!!!!1111one"? Is the Bible literally true like some people claim? No, obviously not, But it…

I think people are upset that they are forced into a Google+ account, not the end of anonymity. No real personal information is needed to for a G+.

(No body shaming meant by this I was curious and looked for what she looked like if they're concerned they should test her for performance drugs)

I have a former high school classmate who had a little girl who looked like Vern Troyer. I'd keep hoping it was a bad picture, but nope, it was Mini-me all day, every day. I didn't say anything because if I did, it would be fair game for me to go straight to hell.

Maybe she needed a little more instruction than just "tappa tappa tappa."

Whenever I catch a blackhead I'm secretly pleased, because I know that lil bastard is MINE! I cannot even fathom leaving one for 25 years

I had a boyfriend for a number of years who had a whole bunch of large blackheads (1/2" diameter) on his chest. For years, I never said anything about them out of politeness, but secretly wondered how he resisted trying to extract them as there's nothing more satisfying to me than pushing trapped gunk out of my pores.…

My biggest feeling is envy that I am not the one digging it out of the skin.
I'm so weird.

I legit have a fake account for Jessica Fletcher, the writer for Murder, She Wrote. It started out just being a joke for a few friends where I got to joke about how much sex she actually gets on the show but she got an insane amount of followers.