I've never told any of my girlfriends about my foot fetish, for fear that they would get weirded out. Considering it's a pretty common fetish, I often wonder if I should have just said something.

A few weeks ago I went on a tour of the west wing. It was a small tour-- just me and a few friends, and the secret service agent who was leading the tour. We had a nice big dinner before the tour and I REALLY had to shit. Of course there was no bathroom I could use until the very end of the tour. So, standing right outside of the oval office in the white house, I shit my pants. None of my friends know. Take that, barack!

If Trayvon Zimmerman shot the sidewalk with a bag of Skittles, why did the iced tea cry out for help? Because he was black. Checkmate racists.

I always delete my comments just seconds after I post them, because I'm afraid people won't like them.

In love with a Muslim Girl, yet, I'm not Muslim. Any Muslim people have any advice?

"You humans love your pain, don't you? You just love bein' in it. You even consider it a virtue. Cry the most at a funeral, you must be the best person. You promise to never forget each other. You promise to feel the sting of loss forever. Because for y'all, "forever" is just the blink of an eye. Your lives are pathetically brief. When we say "forever," we have to mean it. So we move past our pain. We heal. We move on. Because pain, is a worthless emotion."

-- Pam

All stores should stock up Skittles immediately. The sales are gonna be up.

George stopped the car and offered Treyvon a ride to get out of the rain. Everybody got home safely in the end. No one was hurt on that rainy night.