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We don’t swim in your grave, please don’t die in our pool? (And sorry. I’m done with the dark humor.)

:(

Oh damn. I mean. Damn. He’s going to be missed.

Yes! I love hunting for the ‘perfect’ card. Giving the right card is an art form in my family.

Damn straight. I love giving and receiving cards! I keep all the ones I get, and when I was little my sister and I used to play paper dolls with our collections of Christmas and birthday cards.

picking out a card is one of my favorite past-times and the internet can rip them out of my cold dead hands.

Injury. Surgery. Chronic unexplained pain. Pretty basic stuff.

IMHO, nothing good will come of you being the one to carry this unfortunate news to her, especially if you aren’t a first-person eye witness. But should she come to you and ask directly, then I think you have to be honest.

I had a golder retriever named Sammy too. It was short for Samantha. She died 9 years ago, but I still think about her and miss her. Like Louis CK said: you’re just buying future heartache.

My Summer died in July of 2012 and I cried every day for months. She looked like the dog in the picture, too, but more reddish in color. Finally, a year and a half later, I finally felt ready for another dog. Incidentally, I call him Sammy!

Thank you. He was my baby for 9 years and really looked just like this dog. We still aren’t at the point where we want to adopt/rescue another one.

2nd this. It will wash away the bad memories of the ‘hd’ remake.

You could make the same comments about clothes, eating out, cat food/vet bills/cat litter (oh god my cat is so expensive), coffee, alcohol,...

It’s all balancing. If you want to spend money on a wedding, then do it. As long as you’re not over extending yourself and saving some along then way then you’ll be ok. Life is

Please provide the statute that gives a 13 year old legal protection from her parents cutting her hair.

Way to double down on the stupid.

Agreed. Even a 13 year-old is entitled to bodily autonomy (hair included).

Um, nope.

Oh fuck off.

And during the Spanish Civil War! My great-uncle was tarred and feathered and his wife had her hair chopped off, was forced to drink castor oil (strong laxative) and then was marched naked through the streets as she soiled herself in order to humiliate her as much as possible.