The 1st one reminded me of a (true) story, a friends uncle is a dr, a patient went after getting his hiv results, the dr asked how it came out and the patient said good, they were positive! Terrible, I know, but it really did happen.
Jayem, I’m calling bullshit. First, if your friend’s uncle really is a doctor, he needs to have his license revoked for violating patient-doctor confidentiality, regardless of how vague it was. And second, the ambiguity of it all just reeks of ‘I picked this up somewhere and reeeeally want to pass it off as mine, because I soooo need everyone to realize that THIS DID HAPPEN.’ You know. A friend of a friend of an idiot.
Mom is not cool with “potty” (don’t ever use that word again, or at least until you have a child) words, but HIV jokes are all in good fun?
You should send her a link to this site. We will get along famously. I will regale her with stories of my glory days working the at the truckstop. Glory hole that is. I had AIDS spilling out of my mouth like a baby eating mashed bananas.
I miss the days where seeing “Read the rest of this entry” meant excitement and an actual story to read, not just more stupid screen shots which could easily be put on the main page. The hairs would stand up on the back of my neck, I´d make myself more comfortable in my sofa, and even though it usually ended in a facepalm, it was always a pleasure to read the dramas of cretinous FB users.
Wow, I didn’t know about this site until today. Who would’ve known that a comment on my friend Dina’s status would make it onto the Interweb. And no, I actually didn’t know if he was okay before I said it. But I know he’s fine now. (I did not eat a 12 year old)