All of my cats have also been open to belly rubs, though some more than others. right now my fattest cat enjoys getting in the sink and then exposing her big chubby belly for some loving. I pet it and then stack Dixie cups on it.

So I hit play on the video, and my wife starts watching it, and she goes, "That cat doesn't love olives! That cat is stoned off its fucking gourd! It's higher than a kite!" Then I read down in the comments and find out that apparently there's some chemical in olives that gets all the kitties real good and wasted. …

The entire point of this article is that "romance" meant something different in the 18th century than it does today. Romance didn't necessarily mean sex.

Agreed. I'm not PETA's biggest fan but their response was perfect.

"I'm ready to settle down" within what sounds like the first half hour of the date? No. Absolutely not. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Get your ass home.

Cats would never do this to anyone— they just don't have the attention span. This is why I will marry my cat and live happily ever after.

OK fine but are we going to talk about the awesomeness of your user name sometime soon, y/n?

Super cute until 3 days later, when mom removes the batteries in order to preserve her sanity.

WHAT HAPPENED THO

I quit my sorority after a year. I learned quite quickly after joining that I didn't particularly like sorority sisters, or sorority meetings, or socials, or much of anything. What I did like was hanging out with my non-Greek friends and getting stoned. But I stuck it out for a while because I didn't want to…

I worked at a fairly large cadillac dealership in the service department. The service department consisted of a very long building with service stalls on both sides and the dispatch office (where I worked) was right in the middle. I was one of the very few females employed in this department. It was a fun job but…

This isn't so much a "quitting" as it is a bridge burned. Consider it the best time I quit giving a fuck.

I worked for a nation wide tea chain who had me doing the work of a regional manager for the pay of an assistant shop manager. 80 hour minimum work weeks, driving hundreds of miles a week between shops with no reimbursement for gas, no personal time, a great relationship ended, ulcers gained. A large portion of my job…

In a vein similar to Kate's: When I was old enough to stop going to my family's yearly camping trip.

Picture it: WalMart, 2010.

I have so many stories about quitting, because I was a huge goddamn loser for half my life.

It's not a great story, but it was so unlike me and so satisfying:

I don't have a great quitting story. yet.

I'm glad they are going to start using a safety seat for Ivy. Frankly, I'm really surprised they didn't do this already, as she probably uses a car seat in their car, right? How do you have a child with special physical needs and not look really closely into solutions for safety in special situations (like flying,…