We're watching Chelsea Peretti's Netflix special while my Frenchie woofs in his sleep next to me on the couch!

It's probably a wire that goes up his crack.

When I think of what she probably put those families through, I want to punch her in the face.

Thank you.

Saw John Oliver live once. He was absolutely brilliant. He is wonderful.

For years we were friends with another couple and on NYE, we would get together, make a kick ass dinner, play cards until midnight, toast, kiss, play cards some more and go home.

Two months had passed from the time she stole the dog to the time she called the vet in. By that time possibly the dog was neglected and sick, given what a sick piece of human garbage she is.

Oh, god, I've been to fine restaurants with people who ask to change and swap eight zillion things on a tasting menu - which is supposed to be the chef's selections - and been mortified. I mean, one request, even two, and as long as you accept gracefully if the house refuses, that's one thing. But most restaurants…

Do you think they were trying to plant an oak tree?

I love this, yet he looks so woebegone. As if he's thinking, et tu, momo?

I so agree. An emphasis on doing things for others, and then a way-scaled-back gift exchange (not a no-gift Christmas) would be how I would do it.

Someone must be chopping onions in here...invisible onions...because my eyes are leaking.

I'm just hoping for the day his swollen head actually explodes. It'll just go "bang", not much mess, because it is full of hot air, not brain matter.

I know - it's so mortifying when someone at the table does that. I eat at a lot of restaurants, sometimes high-end, and on the rare occasions I do complain, I am always polite. Most places want to make you happy. And when once in a blue moon I really do feel a place has been a poor value, I just don't go back

Oh, fuck NO. I'll pass on both ends of the process.

Ah, sweet irony. My dad (who is probably writhing in hell right now) would not recognize himself as one of the kind of jerks depicted here, served in the Navy and would have definitely enjoyed the runny eggs story. But I can only imagine how many of his former servers could have written stories about him.

I was in college and I literally didn't watch ANY TV. None. There was only one TV in the whole dorm and I was just having too much of a social and academic life to sit in a tiny room where I couldn't either be partying or studying.

They sell fresh lasagne noodles at the supermarket. Maybe not as gangster as homemade, but still more gangster than boxed. Yum!

Mmm, stale candy, old fruit and bacteria. Yummy!

Ah thank you for the information. I don't practice in NY.