I used to live in Columbus, Ohio, as a young adult, and I loved it there. I had a lot of extended family in the area, too, although I didn’t see much of them. (We’re not a close family.) Anyway, lately I’m missing Columbus, and I wish I could go back, but there’s no way to make it happen. Kind of sad about it.

my grandfather told me that my family has a history of being warrior/ assassins. all the way back since the 1500 times. he says that every male member has had at least some association with it, even my dad because he was a war veteran, and my grandfather was a full time hitman in his days. my grandpa thinks that this may be part of the reason my dad hates me and...

Okay, I confess.. I have a horribly dark sense of humour and sometimes laugh at others misfortune, and when they hurt themselves by falling over or something.. I go hesterical without reaaaaally meaning it. Like not just at strangers, but even friends and family. Ooops. :’)

He drunk drives occasionally but it’s ok because he “doesn’t over-do it.” He gets drunk on the way home one evening and runs over an elderly person. Luckily the man only tore a ligament but obviously gets medics and police involved Dad gets his licence suspended and is thus unemployed for a year fabricates a martyr story about...

I know, huh? Have you ever heard that carrots scream when they are brutally ripped from the ground? It’s tragic. New studies have found that they live in family groups, so entire families are eaten in salads.