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Oh no. Now I'm very sad that the world has missed seeing Gordon Ramsay blow his top over a dead lion in a restaurant freezer. I'm leaning towards his reaction ending with a coronary from utter shock, but going back and forth on how much vitriol he could spew before collapsing. I think it would blow the Kitchen

A roommate of an ex-BF had several pet snakes, but didn't tell anyone for at least a month or two. I think it only came to a head when one of their roommates found some frozen mice in the freezer and they finally confronted him. As in, "Um... why are there mice in the freezer?" "Oh yeah, I've got pet snakes."

And don't forget, if you have one autoimmune disease it increases your chance of developing a second. And if you have a second one, a third's even more likely...
Love,
Fellow autoimmune disease suffer x2
vitiligo (emerged in teens) and rheumatoid arthritis (developed mid-20s); my rheumatologist is betting my thyroid'll

English has no plural you (a la vous in French). That's the logic I use to justify any use of y'all.

Army brat here, and fellow accent chameleon as well! My accent pretty much constantly changes depending on who's around me (and even what TV show I've been watching). I can only guess what my "real" accent is (probably vaguely Pacific northwest, or maybe some midwestern). It's actually kind of amusing because I'm

Tears streaming down my face while sporadically leaning over to kiss the curled-up-and-dozing 10-year-old cat. He's not allowed to die, but when that happens I am going to definitely need some compassionate leave from work. And while it's not the most environmentally-friendly, I'm strongly leaning towards saving up to

I lost my mom just after I turned 9, but she had me pretty late. I was her first child at age 38 and my little sister was born when she was 40. So my mother was only 47 when she died of cancer. However, while she had us pretty late (it was the mid- to late-1980s, so a little less fertility treatment around), she

This made me giggle a little bit because of something that happened to me last week (obviously pain meds abuse is a problem and not a laughing matter). I went to a 1 week summer school but accidentally didn't pack enough of one of my medications (it comes in these blister pack things and often it looks like there's

I have a similar problem with hot spice, but I simply say that I have a food sensitivity, not allergy. Any time I eat anything with peppers it's a calculated risk (how delicious the food is vs. how much pain I'll be in later). It sounds like your mother-in-law is way more sensitive than I am, which may be practically

Except the woman in the ate it completely raw. So the pre-cooked state of your grandmother's french toast.

I let my cat catch the red dot all the time. Unfortunately, he's not as crazy about the red dot as yours is (probably my letting him catch it makes it less of a challenge).

Thank you for telling your cousin that his parents' reactions are THEIR PROBLEM, not his. That's probably the best thing I can think of. I had to leave my father and step-mother's house when I was 16 (problems were completely unrelated to sexuality - classic evil-stepmother situation) and I had internalized from them

In fact, just about all they do in this episode is repeatedly remind us that they're married.

No, that never worked. The harness training was completely useless as he would go back in immediately, no matter how far I carried him outside before putting him down. I'd carry him quite a ways and he'd immediately start crawling back home. So he was an indoor-only cat before we moved, when he decided he liked going

I had the same problem when I harness trained my cat - he was reasonably tolerating it until it was time to go outside and he desperately crawled back to the apartment. He was terrified of outside, but the small balcony was just the perfect amount.

My cat used to be terrified of outside when we lived in an apartment complex. However, he loved going out on the balcony, as that was the perfect amount of outside for him. (We've since moved to a town in Scotland where he's become an indoor/outdoor cat, which is better for his exercise but worse for my worrying.)

As someone else who works in human behavior, the non-neurotic folks probably don't get past the application phase. Not so good for TV, as the general advice is "Go talk to your vet"! (Signed, someone with a crazy cat who I've finally sorted out his stress-related behavioral problems through lots of trial and error and

As I say "Fucking hell!" all the time, that's what I heard. So add my vote to that translation. Plus I find it much more disturbing if the kid knew the expletive "fuck your mouth" than "fucking hell," the latter is just a general feeling while the former being an instruction.

Oscar Pistorius could have used this advice as well.