I bring cans of soda to work to drink (to save money and because I can only drink the 8 oz. cans now, 12 oz. is too much), and cannot drink them unless they've been in the way back of the fridge for 48 hours. Otherwise, they're not cold enough.

I still think you should pay for a few bottles. And maybe have a limit on the number? These people are your guests, and I think if you want them to respect your food/drink wishes in their home, you need to do the same for them in their home, or wherever you've invited them too.

I've never had that one, but I went to college with a girl who seriously only consumed Diet Dr. Pepper, so that's all that she had for guests to drink, and damned if that didn't taste just like the regular one.

I'm so glad they finally did this one!

My boss rode the elevator with Beyonce once, she was in curlers and getting dressed up for a fashion shoot. She said "Hello" to him first, and he was speechless.

Supposedly the fight was because guests at a cash bar wedding tried to crash an open bar wedding? I have to say I find cash bars tacky. If you can't afford a liquor bill, maybe invite less people.

It's everywhere! If a teacher gets a pension, somehow that means you don't have one because they STOLE it from you! And not because your company doesn't offer them. They STOLE IT!

I've seen one episode of "Locked Up Abroad", and it was about 2 British guys locked up in Colombia, who escaped (after they were paroled - long story short, their parole consisted of them needing to work during the day, without access to their ID cards, and go back to the prison to sleep at night, so I can't really…

Wait, guidance counselors get tenure, too? When that came up on "Glee" last week, I assumed they made it up like they make up everything else about that high school that makes no damn sense.

Send those kids to work! I worked at McDonald's at 16, and honestly - it was the best age to work a fast food job. Because I was under 18, literally all I could do was work the register. Couldn't touch the grill, the fryer, cleaning products, garbage, the dumpster, or go in the walk in freezer. (I didn't want to be…

Exactly. I just got offered a new job, and it took me a year of applications and interviews to get it. I really hated my current job, but can't fathom having quit before I got a new one lined up. And this past year was the worst year of my entire career - once I made the decision to leave, it was harder and harder…

I passed out in an airport once, while waiting on line to check my luggage. Not only did that get me to the front of the check-in line, I got a wheelchair ride to my gate (I made them stop at a sandwich place on the way to the gate so I could get something to eat - I probably passed out from the combination of indoor…

After every wear! Would you wear your underpants more than once without washing? Same principle to me. I got one of those net bags where you put each bra in a separate, yet connected pouch.

She can't take the bridge and tunnel jokes? Although whenever people snark at me I point out I pay half what they do for 3x the space, and did I mention the 2 walk in closets in my bedroom?

Totally okay. The animal's been dead for dozens of years, it ain't coming back just because you don't wear it. We have two pieces from my grandma, a black wool jacket with fox fur collar and cuffs, and a fox stole. I wore the jacket to a wedding once over my dress. It's one of those things like her watches that I…

Oh, but they were! Eating, dancing, hanging about...the hats stayed on. They clearly wore their best fedoras to the event, but still. Although being a college professor, I'm surprised he hasn't run into any before now.

My father was asking why no guys were taking their hats off at my sister's indoor wedding. I had to explain to him what hipsters are.

Me too! That outfit was fug. Tiered scalloped leather skirt? No one ever needs to wear that, much less own it. It looked like something I wouldn't be surprised to see present day Lita Ford wandering around in.

Yeah, Ann might want to rethink the gesture as well, it's a bit Germany, 1939.

I especially like the way the woman who worked at the wig store was just pronouncing the store name "Shit's a Wig".