I fully support this policy and suggest that you severely curtail your time around all women in your work environment. I suspect this will ultimately benefit all involved parties.

My boyfriend and I finally pulled this off this year for Thanksgiving (embarrassingly, we pulled the classic sleepover ploy where we each told our parents that we would be with the other set. Thank god none of them do social media so they couldn’t check up). It was awesome. Store-bought turkey breast, and we spent all…

I decorated my parents mantelpiece yesterday! They are gone on a two-week cruise until this Tuesday, and decided not to decorate for christmas aside from a wreath on the door. But my dad told me before they left that mom was starting to feel guilty about not doing a “real christmas” with a tree and everything. So…

This is by far the best reply I have received regarding this tale. Vegan Cat must be renamed Pip.

Of the many vegans I have known (and sometimes loved!), this guy was by far the worst and I hope he had his vegan card revoked and all his vegan powers taken away after he abandoned the cat.

I only ran into this guy a couple of times, but that’s enough to give me serious pause over “well-meaning”. I’m not sure he ever had an intention that didn’t have its root cause in fucking over someone, somewhere.

According to the story I got from my across-the-hall neighbors, yes, he abandoned the cat. Shitty behavior, but realistically I think it might have been the best thing that ever happened to that cat. He was not providing it with any actual nutrition anyway.

Indeed, and I do not think this one ever had another cat to teach it. It reacted about like I would if you dumped a stunned deer at my feet and asked me to make dinner.

This really isn’t relevant (but kind of funny), but it probably didn’t hunt. One of my friends had a major mouse problem in his apartment that year, and once while we were very stoned he announced to me that he had a special treat for Vegan Cat - a live mouse in a humane trap. So we walked over to my place, carrying…

Oh, the “vegan cat” I lived next next door to one year in college. I lived in one of those old houses that was split up into apartments and the whole house took it in shifts to smuggle the poor, scrawny thing meat once a day. If you didn’t, it would sit outside your window while you cooked meat and howl.

replied to wrong person, sorry.

“Her meats were untainted by neither heroin nor oxys”

Ah, yes, legal highs, aka - the “research drugs” sold by head shops. Only recently developed and not yet well known enough to be banned by the FDA. I was hauled out of bed on two separate occasions to babysit the same dumbass friend who had decided to take a chance on that shit. The first time, he wouldn’t stop…

I love visits from the ghost of comments past :)

I already said this to another commenter, but I’m now firmly in favor of a sci-fi sequel where he’s sent back in time to solve Evil Under the Sun. Still technically a murder on the Nile!

I... had almost the exact same conversation with my boyfriend. Curveball: what if they go sci-fi for the next movie and the “death on the Nile” actually refers to Poirot being sent back in time to solve Death Comes as the End?

So, at the end of Murder on the Orient Express, Branagh-Poirot is summoned immediately to Egypt, because “There’s been a death on the Nile”. But the plot of Death on the Nile relies on him being around to witness the events leading up to the murder, and observing all the suspects and victim prior to the crime. He…

Not sure which is scarier - being mauled by a bear, or finding out that bears use the postal system. The former is obviously more painful, but the latter raises some disturbing questions. Why do the bears need to communicate across long distances? Why have they kept this a secret? Where are they getting the stamps?

The P. Terry’s creep in Austin is starting to disturb me. They’re advancing north up 183 like some sort of fungus. I’m also convinced they are responsible for putting Terra Burger out of business.

My parents official line was that stocking presents were from Santa, the stuff under the tree was from them or other relatives. Under-the-tree presents accumulated all month, but stockings only appeared on Christmas morning. When sis and I got to be teenagers, we had a lot of fun sneaking around getting our parents…