Stage three: make everyone on earth sound like a freaked out anime character.

Success.

I don’t wear much other than hoodies and jeans.

Got a Citizen and it looks like I paid a mint for it in contrast.

You can say it is the polish to this turd.

It’s too early to see a face and get into a slapping mood.

Get fucked, u_spez

I was was wondering what I’d look like with a sick tat on my face. And behold, the DNA and AI winning combination knew it, before I ever got it.

I’d fight the shit out of you but I am afraid you are just too well hydrated and I stand no chance.

Yeah ladies, it’s like the late gestation of the kiwi when making an egg. Yeah, pretty hot. I know.

It’s like that.

points to groin

/s

After having an exploratory done after getting stabbed, I started sitting all the time because since then, every time I pee standing up it’s uncomfortable and get piss shivers. When they pull everything out, it never goes back quite the same and I guess this is part of the “Well you’re doing this now” part of the rest of my life.

The piss shivers are messy at a bowl and really fucking awkward when at a urinal.

I am sure this could be, or have been, fixed with a procedure, or some form of treatment/phsyo, but it took no time at all to realize pitting (pee AND sitting lol) is just better, and didn’t really think or go back to the old ways and practices of expelling my liquid waste.

Not gonna lie, if you asked me what I would think the increase would be and I would have assumed it be a lot higher.

But then again, that could be the part of the pirate crew that doesn’t use a VPN and is easily identified upon entering the site.

But it saved, like, over a billions lives, and stopped acne in ugly babies. My reliable moms group on Facebook says the media leave out the really really good stuff like it didn’t happen.

Like, how many drugs do you know saved a billions of persons? Wasn’t a Vax, my totally well informed convoy prison group science rep said so, too.

Won’t lie, for a short period I had a Sony mini disk set up and I don’t think I can ever appreciate other modern physical mediums of music as much.

And I can’t explain why other than personal biast reasons, either.

When I was a kid I had two radios.

One with a cassette player in it that had a mic built in for recording. I found it in the trash.

The other was a small FM/AM alarm clock that was dangerously hot at all times and had a noise as it was an analog clock with the little cards that flipped and the such. My opa gave it to me when he said it got too hot for his liking.

It was not long before I had figured out that if I played the radio really loud on the clock, the cassette mic would record the songs onto whatever tape you had. Be it blank, or with tape over the security gaps on the top, any tape will do.

Hardest part was the timing to start and stop the tape. And making sure you were in as close to total silence as possible as the mic picked everything up.

Even if the hot buzz of the alarm clock motor fighting to flip into the next set of minutes would make it on the tape, the recording/welfare piracy continued. It was the sneezing/siblings walking in/parents making ugly sounds that were the worst as you’d have to stop the tape, rewind to the part of the tape you were using, and wait for the radio station to play the song again, so you might be able to try and tape it again.

Whenever they enter a room, do you warn people to brace themselves?

Because winter’s coming?

I have a forgettable joke, but can’t remember it.

As a local moron, it looks like something people like myself, or, myself, would think would be cool to try and catch.

Pro: Population Control and Mobile Darwin Award ballot box.

Suddenly Christmas at Granny’s.

On other sites, I’ve been corrected. And I’ve been corrected a bunch of times here, too.

The difference being here I learned something and it’s cool…

and say over at reddit being corrected on something that you’re not only correct about, but called an asshole for it as well.

It’s been a really nice change of pace. Thank you, inhabitants of Lemmy.

Unless it’s windows… never admit you’re a windows user… ever… /s

Growing up weird and poor in a very conservative and arrogant part of the prairies, I was bullied relentlessly. The teachers never did anything unless it was me fighting back, to which it was suspension and I was a bad kid.

As high school came along, I grew more and more violent to the point I wasn’t a loser or a tough guy, but a snap case. The other kids thought I was edgy, the parents thought I was bound for prison, and the teachers probably had a beer when I dropped out.

My mom didn’t know what to do. And this was in a time where if your kid was in therapy, it’s was your failure as a parent. Combined with my disgust at the idea that I was what was broken, it was off the table. It wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I went for psychological help.

By then, I was so suicidal and gone that I wouldn’t be near ok until my late thirties. In my mid forties now, I look back and see myself as the potential shooter. I’m holding back my emotions right now, thinking of it. Fortunately, there were no guns at my disposal back, back then is how I feel looking back. I don’t know if I’d be able to hurt anyone like that, but I’d fuck myself up.

I lay a lot of blame on a system that allowed it to happen. In a community where open racism and homophobic views were the norm at the time, teachers were as judgmental as the students in some situations. Now maybe if I were white, it’d be easier, but even the broke white kids didn’t get any breaks. Especially from the teachers.

Look at me go, a meme has me fucked up thinking back and dumping online. But yeah, there it is.

I’d like to close by saying the town I grew up in is a far different place now. I’ve moved back and feel good here. I see teachers and bullies who don’t make eye contact, will not recognize me at all (which is my favorite) and the occasional happy to see you moments. I don’t communicate well in public these days, so it makes it ultra awkward, much like being in high school, talking to students you barely know.

That was actually harder to say out loud than I thought.

Fill your mouth with Orville’s finest buttery hot seed.

It was the door to a barbie dream house, and no I don’t have pics, it’s embarrassing enough already.