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Cake day: May 8th, 2025

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  • I got banned from voat, twice

    When the nazi bar kicked you out, you put on a fake mustache and glasses in order to get back in. Got it.

    But sure, I’m a nazi because I dare challenge them, that makes sense.

    Well, I mean, if you surround yourself with nazis and go to bat for them…

    ExplodingHeads blah blah

    Yeah yeah, you go soft on nazis and shit on leftists. I know that already.

    I joined because it had an icon of a burger, but I left after I realised what it was. Moved on to aussie.zone and later to SJW.

    Yeah, you didn’t join because it was a freeze peach zone which you only quit because they didn’t allow your kink. If I wasn’t that lazy I’d go take a look on the wayback machine, I’m sure it’s all saved there somewhere.

    I was, I was brought on by tejmar, the head mod who wanted WPD to be a more serious subreddit

    Little you was just lending a hand making things respectable huh?

    Here’s you asking for the permission to make a NSFL community with an alt.

    Now tell me again it ain’t your kink.

    Also don’t know what you mean by sheriff star?

    I’d be confused too if a fucking amazonian rainforest had prevented me from seeing my brownie box all my life. Shave that ass jungle buns…









  • Just so you know, there’s a neat Piefed admin feature to add a note above the comment form for special communities. For instance on piefed.social, Rimu has added a reminder to respect the “be nice” guidelines on beehaw’s communities. WomensStuff could use that 😊

    I don’t know if it federates though, you might need to individually ask server admins to add the note on theirs.





  • Nothing beats that one I had when I was around 8.

    I was spending a few days at my aunt’s place. She lived in an apartment building and my best friend lived a couple floors up. At evening, my aunt tells me that my mom is waiting for me at my friend’s place. So I take the elevator, go up there, get out of it and see that the door is wide open. I get inside and there’s only my mom there, in the middle of the living room. The situation finally weirds me out, why would she come here and where’s my friend and her family? When I ask those questions, it gets weirder: whatever I have in front of me isn’t behaving like my mom, worse, even though it tries to smile, tries to sound reassuring, that thing looks at me with predator’s eyes. I ask it “who are you?” which makes it take a step toward me, still smiling. Fight-or-flight response triggers and I get the shit out of there, slamming the door on my way out (thanks dream for also locking it). While I’m frantically pressing the elevator button, whatever’s wearing my mom’s skin bashes at the door, trying to get out while hurling insults at me in that cliché demonic voice. Fortunately, I woke up just as the thing broke through it.