WHY DOES BLUEY HAVE TAIL FINGERS?

Edit: or whoever that is. I dunno. I’m old.

I’m happy you’ve found a place for your family.

But I’m making a Nazi joke.

Trump and his admirers would put you in a camp then sent home. Kids in a different camp perhaps.

Odor

Always have an escape plan.

That guy, in the airplane. Him.

When the day gets late the Squid dons its little propellers and crosses the heavens squirting the night sky until the cuttlefish of day chases it forever westward.

Epidemiologists weep.

‘What the ever-loving fuck’ implies that love can overcome all.

Open with…

Paste

Ok I’m done for now.

This was obvious and it’s still obvious that your country cucked itself to the world pariah stupidpower when it was at one of its lowest times. On purpose. Oooh so tough.

Losers.

Gettin’ ziggy with it.

Or Iran.

Still erect even with the TV liar putting a TV liar in charge of your military?

Existentially stupid.

Oysters (used to be?) thought of as an aphrodisiac.

Only if the oysters share the load.

Kinda tricks the brain to scroll along and see a headline with ‘EA’ followed but a little sh.itjust.works domain.

I guess because of all those Digg and Reddit years seeing somethingawful.com randomly mentioned. Fascinating thing, the brain.

Sure, yeah.

20:30 December 24 as a kid through 05:30-ish? Until I actually fell asleep anyway it felt eternal. Like the second hand on the clock fucking with you by sticking but still ticking. Which that shit did back then but always sprung back to barely-any-time-passed.

I had a long career with plenty of digg/reddit time that made a nine hour day feel like a pleasant nine, but still nine. Too bad they also made the rest of the 15 feel like shit.

I answered tier one tech calls from collection agents. Eight hours was eternal. Worse than Christmas, soul crushing, can’t make a joke about it. Left.

Now I have a job that I love that is 12 to 15 if OT. Breezes by.

Human nature I think.

If you meant on a larger timescale then - yes also, but nobody needs dreadful anecdotes.

Fuck it.

Send the mushrooms. Send the fugu. Send the rotting fruits and the poisonous leafs. Send it all.

That’ll get ‘em.

I hear you. My heart breaks every day for everything that ever met us including me.

So I went to look because I wanted to reply with a feel-good story about a super elitist coffee not made by exploiting goats but rather picking naturally eaten but undigested (berries?) out of shitpiles because it softened the shell or flavoured the bean or something.

But it’s bullshit. Bollocks. Your story is correct as are its horrors. Thanks for accidentally teaching me something and sorry to bring it up in retrospect. Not sarcasm, I hate shit like that.

I blame 90s tv and/or whatever the paradox pair of Discovery and History channels peddled.

~~Not those coffee beans that are shat out by a goat. Not them. ~~

So TIL they aren’t real and a similarly but cruelly sourced version is. I guess it still works, but I meant happy-story-goats and don’t like my own joke otherwise.

Humans suck.