I do basically this same thing, except it's in the crock pot, and I make little cuts in the roast and tuck slivers of garlic into them. Or if I'm being lazy, I just smash a couple of whole cloves of garlic and toss them into the crock with the onions.

Oh. My. God. This one literally left me sitting here with my mouth hanging open. How you had the fortitude to not smother him in his sleep after that, I will never know.

I know a small-town guy who's dad told him that he had to know the first AND last names of anyone he wanted to date. They had a very large extended family, and half of them didn't talk to each other for whatever reason, so to avoid any awkward family stuff, he had to double check with his dad if they were related!

I found out that my boyfriend was NOT, in fact, getting a divorce when he showed up at my house with his wife to collect his things... when I was 5 months pregnant.

I was a teenager, and my boyfriend and I were both virgins. I was all set to try PIV, but got nervous last second and told him I didn't have a condom (total lie. It was in my purse, not 5 feet away.) So he went down on me, and then I went down on him. As I'm going to town on his dick, he suddenly, frantically,…

Unfortunately, that's a little far to go for lunch (I'm in Wisconsin), but Portland just moved up the list of possible places to live someday.

I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'd love to see it if you can find it!

Where are these magical places?

I've got a couple to add to this...

I once found a $20 on the sidewalk, right in front of the police station. I had just been wondering how I was going to buy my son a new outfit for his orchestra concert the next day. I walked straight over to the thrift store and found a white button down, black pants, and black Sketchers dress shoes, all in his size.

If it's where you met someone, I'd have married Husband in a tiny, cruddy call center (yes, we worked together) and Other-Husband and I would get married in the living room of my old house (he was my sister's friend from school).

Husband proposed to me in a McDonald's parking lot, on my birthday, by tossing the ring box at me and saying, "Well, you might as well wear it now." And then we went in and got Quarter Pounders and fries.

Speaking as someone who has spent her entire life driving other peoples old cars, "old", "cheap", and "reliable" are 3 words that very rarely go together when you're talking about cars. I have driven so many cars that are just total POS's, and we have dumped more money into keeping those POS' rolling than we would…

I took my wedding ring set in to a pawn shop because we don't wear them and well, frankly, I thought they'd look a lot better in the shape of a new minivan. We had paid... 3K? I think? Maybe 4K? when we got them. The guy at the shop told me he'd give me $250. For all 3 rings. I cried, right there in the shop.

THIS. Omg, this.

Ah, yes. Good old Governor Walker. I wish nothing but the very best for him... the best of subsidized housing and state insurance and food stamps. Someday, I hope he loses all his money and has to live under his own ridiculous laws. I hope his car breaks down and he can't afford to fix it. I hope he... ah, fuck it. I…

Mine range from 9-15, and yeah, all of those things are true...

I've got 4 sons. Any day that they DON'T fight and/or threaten murder and mayhem, I start checking them for fevers! My house is like a small, testosterone-filled circus.

I know I've told this one before, but I had a manager at a 3 shift waitressing job tell me, "I saveD you from being raped last night." I (a sexual violence survivor) was shocked and horrified, and asked, "What? Who?" To which this charmer replied, "Yeah, I didn't follow you home."

that's a great idea! thanks!