At least regional knew where to get the tape to reattach the label.

As a proud father of a great kid and also a dog owner and lover, your comparrison is relevant on so many levels. Not saying that kids are dogs or should be treatet as such, but the responsibilities, the joys, and the frustrations are similar.

It sounds like your friend group is maybe worse, kid.

My advice, as a teacher, a parent, and a guy who was once a teenage boy, is to keep this shit to yourself, downplay it casually if it's ever mentioned, and move on with your life.

She's pretty fantastic to me, but her mom is convinced she's trying to kill her.

There is a lot of confusing info on diabetes out there. Look up Dr. Neal Barnard who is part of the Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine. He has a book about preventing(all) and reversing(type 2) diabetes. A lot of people don't know about how fat stops your insulin from working properly and how fat stays in the blood stream for hours after consuming it, meaning high fat diets are bad for and the cause of insulin resistance when paired with processed foods. Fat and sugar on a processed food diet is the worst combo. Sugar cannot be escorted out of the bloodstream and into the cells for energy when eating high fat, causing high blood sugar levels, and causing your pancreas to keep pumping out insulin to exhaustion. Just a piece of info everyone should know.

Imagine being an adult in a workplace and labelling a box “sticky” and not “adhesives” or “glue and tape”. He knew exactly what he was doing when he labelled the box.

So just call him Grey, and she can call him Earl. The cat will figure out it's him.

Oh man, my mom's cousin Charlie once asked her how her son/my brother was doing over dinner (the person in question had died dramatically, and traumatically for everyone involved, about 10ish years prior, while Charlie was still in China). After we made sure he was genuinely asking about my brother, my dad piped up with "oh... You know... Still dead". Charlie just about had a heart attack.

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I mean you might have assumed. But its not like he said anything prior. Could have been half a dozen reasons.it wasn't there

Tina you fat lard has me cackling. Thanks lmao

Call him Tea.

The best part is she was three when she named him that. We don’t know anyone named Josh. I have absolutely no idea where it came from.

I call him squash most of the time cause I agree, Josh is a ridiculous cat name lol. Squash isn’t much better though, maybe it would work if he was orange 😂

So when she burns down the house, how many spanks does she get?

The title….

Can't get over the name Josh for a cat.

Pizza is fine, but Josh is something else entirely and I can't stop laughing 😂

Earl is a title, like Duke or Prince.

Just insert a first name for mister Grey. You can find out how he behaves and see if his First Name manifests itself, or if you want to stick with the “grey” theme I can list a few names you might like:

Ash Silver Storm Smokey Steel Shade Alloy Pewter

If you want a less literal grey name, you can always use a traditionally human one. Many languages have names they mean “grey”.

My brother is a BJ

Freaking

Aweaome

Grandma!

Non of their business. If you are attacked stand your ground

Bow to fate.

Bless your heart.

My fats have various names such as Bubbles, Mr Bubbles, snugglemuffin, Mr muffin, big boy, fatso, Tina you fat lard, etc.

They’re “investigating”? lol, What are they going to do, subpoena phone company to get transcripts of your private conversations?

As far as you know all that happened is some jerk was making stuff up about other people. Ignore, and deny. Teen boys wank it to literally anything, and nobody wants to know about it anyway.

Truth or dare is a party game, you don’t need to actually tell your secrets, and anything you want to stay secret should NEVER be told to anyone. Ever.

Several months after my father died, I ran into someone we'd known for nearly 40 years, who asked how my parents were. Somehow, he hadn't heard that my father had died (which was actually rather surprising, because it was a pretty big deal in our community; his funeral was absolutely packed). I'm sure he felt terrible about it, but honestly, I felt terrible for him, and not at all for myself. I mean, it's not like I'd forgotten he had died, and frankly, it's nice to know that people continue to remember him fondly – and while I know that, if I'd been in his shoes, I'd have been absolutely mortified, I really didn’t want him to feel bad. I'm sure it's the same for OP's co-worker.