Omg-that wide eyed "that's how she barks when she smells danger" will haunt my dreams.

More of this on Jez, please. With all of the recent shitty news coming out about police violence, racial profiling and attacks, and sexual harassment and assault of women, we need more happy puppy stories and pics.

He is 18 and he's been criminally charged as an adult. Nothing unusual about identifying him.

"I don't understand young adults and their bizarre interest in not liking that which is liked."

My puzzlement is because felt he couldn't break character during the assault - it seemed like he felt it was a role. I think it's horrifying, but I also can't imagine being so confined by performance art. I do believe him, I just am having difficulty processing the circumstances.

Believe victims, guys. Even if we don't like who they are as people, or they're "tryhards" or their art is dumb. Believe them.

I fucking love the Irish.

We went to my sister's in-laws parents house and it was apparently the year Grandma fully slipped her noodle. We walk in. It smells like turkey. So far, so good? Then we hear Grandma has decided against turkey. We are having chicken. We think, "Oh, ok, roast chicken can be pretty good." She brings out the bird. It is…

This might be cheating, because I submitted this one a few years ago to Jez (see? I'm trustworthy enough to get out of the greys - I'm an old timer!), but it remains the worst Thanksgiving:

mazel tov

I'm lucky, my parents and inlaws get along very well and we generally all just want to stuff ourselves, play with the babies and lie around watching movies. But my mother relates the Thanksgiving of 1961, when my great-grandmother came to dinner.

I'm pretty sure the best response this girl would have given to that question is to double-point at my lap and yell for the whole table to hear, "OH HELL NO! NOT ON THIS DICK, SON!"

I think your dad ruined it, though...

make him pay AND notify animal control. Next victim could be killed.

Make the complaint to animal control, that he's pulling that crap means he's already had a complaint against him and the dog :-(

This year is the very worst. I have been run out of Ferguson because my house is right next to the fires. I am crashing on an air mattress three hours away with my two dogs at my mother's house, a woman I try to limit my encounters with to twice a year at best for various reasons. Some highlights from yours truly, the…

YES! Best way to end this night.

Senior year of high school, my dementia ridden grandfather thought Thanksgiving dinner was just starting (we had finished but the adults still were around the table talking and drinking) and tried to say the Lord's Prayer as he pissed himself, destroying my mother's sanity and a dining room chair. Simultaneously…

Nope. You get Bees!