For the most part, but mayo and sour cream both have their uses (egg salads/potato salads/fry sauce and burritos/blintzes/latkes, respectively)

That's the thing — you don't have to like someone to realize that doing things directly involving them without their consent is fucking gross. I hope the best comes of this, even if she's normally a heap of walking garbage.

You people and your puns! I wash my hands of you all.

i would be down for that belief if it really did come with pistachios. the red ones...

I've got a good dog and poop story. I say "dog" and "poop" because, as you'll see, it wasn't her poop. Or even another dog's poop.

Doo give it a chance. Stories like this get a bad crap.

Oh, I'm not disagreeing with the idea that it takes personal experience for a lot of people to develop a sense of empathy. But I think that's a moral failure—it's something we should address, not just accept.

At least giraffes and pistachios and unicycles are things that exist. So that is way more likely to happen than horoscope predictions.

I know! My eyes rolled so far back in my head I am typing this purely through touch.

Those people should be more pissed at themselves for spending money on that shit.

This cat does not- he has zero game. He wouldn't know what to do with a bird. We have had bird killers, this one is no threat. I mean, just look at him. That catloaf is allowed outside and all he does is sit in pots.

There are a whole bunch of idiot men on her Facebook page stomping their feet about the missing horoscopes. This is not a "ladies" problem; it's a silly person problem.

GOD I WANT A CAT SO BAD

omg silly cat

People. They really can be the worst in the world when it comes to treating others with compassion.

known for...her accurate horoscope forecasts

Beat me to it. Going to use this moment to apply general ridicule at anyone who believes in Astrology, also.

Oh no, people who religiously rely on free horoscopes to run their lives are insensitive and shitty. Colour me surprised.

She should have seen it coming.

I used to cat sit for a friend years ago. Although generally a dog person, I have no problems with cats, except that one. That little bastard was pure evil, suicidal and determined to pin the rap on me. No matter the bars, locks or sealed windows or doors in my apartment, Eustace the cat was determined to escape,…