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An invincible wolf man, who is like a wolf in every regard save for the fact that he can fly.
(Note: This might be misinformation)
You’re not wrong. I tend to think the worst of people when I learn they’re conservative. I find it difficult to rationalize how they can observe the actions and behavior of conservative leadership and actually cheer them on. But, like my own mother has proven to me, many of them are just ignorant victims of propoganda who are oblivious to the whole picture.
I hate the frequent use of “call(s)” in journalism to paint this dishonest picture that there is a large group or important figures actively motioning to do shit, when it’s almost always just as you’ve said here. One or two inconsequential dicks with a stupid opinion.
Best I had was a Nova Scotia lobster roll with fries cooked in truffle oil. Also way too much wine.
I just want the app to stop fucking jumping to a new video any time I lightly touch or don’t touch the bottom-right quadrant of my screen. It’s like every goddamn day. I can’t even lay the phone down sometimes without it immediately killing my video and jumping to the next one. Three different phones now. It’s the app.
For real. This Bozo must think we have access to turkey nuggets or something.
Conservatives and other schizophrenics have a huge hatred for him on social media as well, believing he’s part of a network of child traffickers because he thinks it’s funny to post pictures of lost gloves on the street. Also, one pic had a secret code linked to child trafficking written next to a sewer grate, that was later revealed to be a perfectly normal code for city planning/line maintenance or something.
Whenever I poop I try to say the word “poop” with my butthole. It always makes the perfect poop. Not a lot of people know that.
Every article lately using the word “quietly” in the headline to drive clicks, to trick the user into thinking they’re getting in on some controversial secret. It’s the new “slammed”.
Sometimes old ladies shop at my work and the lingering smell of perfume transports me back to childhood, lingering in the hallway while my mom got herself ready to go out. That’s about the only positive thing I can say about most perfumes. I do like my wife’s sweet vanilla scent, though.
This was a pet peeve of mine when I used to work customer service. The biggest douchebags were always middle-aged men with sunglasses on.
Good on you! I know so many adults who have no desire to learn how to cook and as a result spend a fortune on food delivery. I had a friend/co-worker a few years back who lived with a couple he knew since college. Couple moved on and a few hours across the province, but he was so helpless/useless he would make the drive every two weeks to have one of them meal prep all of his food for him.
Pixel gang! ♥️😎
Some of the tax firms my wife has worked for have hosted extravagant Christmas parties in mountain-top restaurants in Banff and the like. We get to pretend we’re fancy people and order the most expensive menu items for a night.
Lemmy - Bailed on reddit during the API fiasco and found this community to be much more welcoming and enjoyable. I don’t get into fights on here at all because (most of) our users aren’t needlessly confrontational over inconsequential things. As a result, my levels of stress and general doom/angst have been much lower since migrating here. However, the election poisoned the well and I find myself avoiding Lemmy more often because I can’t sit here and read about Donald Trump all fucking day.
Facebook - I immigrated to a different country several years back and Facebook is unfortunately my easiest link to friends and family back home. It lets them share in my life here and see my daughter grow up.
WhatsApp/Facebook Messenger/Discord - Light/casual use for communicating with a select few friends or family members. Really not a fan of Discord, though.
Was always normal in my family. Smoking and drinking indoors all day. Used to come home smelling like shit. But there were alcoholics. Good people, though.
redditors be like “r/thathappened…”
My family rescued a huge fluffy chow back in the '90s who promptly tried to bite my heart out of my chest. I still have the circular scar and it feels super good to scratch at. Dog was put down, obviously.
Grass Metal!
Wait 'til Martin comes…