According to its website, That's Life! is "Britain's leading real-life magazine." Each issue is packed with "the most inspirational, emotional and incredible reads that will leave you stunned and surprised." And Christmastime is no different: 'Tis the season for adultery, betrayal and murder.

It is 1986. We are 13- and 14-year-olds, rank-smelling in unwashed teenager jeans, unsupervised and latch-keyed after school, huddled around the face of the future: The screen of a first-generation Apple Macintosh personal computer. Within the machine's non-dairy creamer-colored casing is a malleable visual playground…

Somewhere in Northern Poland, the woman had a boy and a girl; the fathers are her husband and the man she was having an affair with.

Last month's icky earring-removal story prompted the grossest stories you'll ever read. But we also received a message from a woman who had worked in the jewelry industry, and was not surprised about the hair-clog earring. She'd seen worse.

Since yesterday's gross stories were a big hit, we're offering up some more. A few also-rans, if you will. Disgusting stuff ahead!

You guys are completely disgusting. Seriously.

One day — maybe when I turned 30? — my mother gave me diamond studs. "I don't want them anymore," she said. "But don't lose them." I tighten the screw-backed earrings often, out of anxiety. But something went wrong.

Jenny Sanford remains something of a cipher: self-revelatory yet controlled, gracious yet steely, emphasizing her traditional values. And today, several among a room full of career women, one of which was me, wanted to know if she's a feminist.