Here's our Miss Brown, with roughly the same reaction to her Christmas sweater:

My mother is always more interested in the wrapping paper than the actual gift. She will write to friends about how nice it was. "Oh Becky gave me a gift with such nice paper. And so well folded at the corners. It was like something from the Macy's gift wrapping department. Very professional looking. Such a nice bow,…

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If I thought I could teach my Boston to do this, I would drop $300 on a roomba right now. But she won't sit still for 5 seconds. She did wear this Christmas headband around for a long time today and that was pretty adorable.

Wow that stinks. Do you think he went into arrears to pay for the piercing? Some people have crappy lucky—it runs in the jeans.

I learned to cook apfelstrudel in the kitchen of Schonbrunn Palace, her summer residence.

Fructose goes straight to the liver whereas glucose does not. Fatty liver disease used to be something only alcoholics got. Not anymore. We weren't meant to get as much fructose as we're exposed to these days. Not to mention most of its consumed without the proper amount of fiber.

I actually started on a new diet called the "Stop Eating So Much Food, Fat-Ass, And, While We're On The Subject Of Your Ass, It Wouldn't Kill You To Get Up Off It And Take A Walk Now And Again So How About You Start And Take The Dog For A Nice Long Walk Before He Shits Himself" Diet.

I keep telling the people I work with that if they quit drinking the gaddamn CoffeeMate they'll likely improve their health tenfold immediately with essentially zero effort BUT WHAT DO I KNOW.

definitely chicken soup. I made this the other day. Hope it's not too healthy to qualify as comfort.

ok so lets say 3 clients a day 5 days a week =15

Assuming an average penis length of 5.5 inches (the first number I found (I'm not going to try that hard)) that is .87 miles of penis. She would need 1500 more men for a mile of dong.

Glad the mother was horrified instead of making some cliched remark about boys being boys or just kidding. Or turned into scary momma bear and how dare someone call out her snowflake.

Yeah, I'm on the server's side. Picky gluten people are the fucking worst.

My favourite customer-centric server gone wild story popped into my mind due to the time of year. To set the scene it was a gastro pub at Christmas and my group was one of two Christmas Parties in that night. The other party was the staff of a local radio station and they were...merry. Very, very merry.