A little story that lives in my heart is that when I lived in Pittsburgh, my upstairs neighbor with a thick accent tripped or...
A little story that lives in my heart is that when I lived in Pittsburgh, my upstairs neighbor with a thick accent tripped or dropped something in the middle of yelling at her kids, so instead of hearing, “Jenna, tell your–” I thought I heard her Skyrim shout, “GENITALIA!” followed by a loud crash and I got so scared.