between the legends of wonder bread guy and tile fucker, I have learned that the latter is far more common than the former.

Anything can be someone’s fetish. Anything.

2017, in Erie, we got 5 feet of snow in a 24 hour period over Christmas. Not sure what buffalo got but I imagine they had quite a bit themselves, as well.

I suggest you keep it to yourself next time, then, as you have only furthered the image that vegans are smug asshats who can’t shut the fuck up about being vegan.

Maybe that’s what you want though, it’s just a suggestion. c:

“Thanks, MAGA” needs to become a mantra for the next four years. Remind these shitheads whose fault it is for their misery at every turn, as they have made it abundantly clear that the attention span and long-term memory of the average American is woefully poor.

Two can play at that.

You are now breathing manually, you notice you can always see your nose in your field of view, and you are aware of where your tongue is sitting in your mouth. Enjoy.

… YES. HE IS.

THIS IS WHAT WE, AND HE, HAVE BEEN TELLING YOU THIS ENTIRE TIME YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKERS.

>it’s all morons complaining about vaccinations

oh fuck off.

you don’t now, but you will.

well that’s good as I’d like to spend the next four years as far from reality as possible.

take it from someone who thought they had the real thing and then got rugpulled – told me, via text on Christmas morning, they never meant anything they said they’d felt after a few months – I was much happier for the first 23 years I was alone, never having had a relationship, than I’ve been in the 4 years since, knowing what I’m missing, spending much of that time trying and failing to have one again. Even fake love is a very, very addicting high. I had just enough time to believe it was real, just enough time to get attached to spending nights with him, cuddling and watching movies. I still miss that. I spent years going over in my head what I could’ve done, should’ve done, didn’t do, didn’t have; torturing myself over why I wasn’t enough. I still hate Christmas. It used to be my favorite holiday, now I’m a Halloween kinda guy.

The people who say “it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” are full of shit. I miss being on autopilot. I miss being able to just not care that much about romantic relationships because I didn’t know what I was missing – I mean sure, I knew what they involved, but I hadn’t felt it before. Cherish that lack of experience while you have it, because in all likelihood, you’re not going to find “the one” on your first try either, and the sting of loneliness you feel now will be nothing compared to the way you’ll feel after your first breakup.

Yeah, fuck those restaurants for paying their workers a living wage! My wallet comes first!

Oh I know they have none. I just love that they’re saying it at all – being silent on the matter until said tariffs come to pass would have at least given them the “duhhhh we’re dumb too we didn’t know that either, oh well” excuse.

So nice of them to say this after the orange fuck was elected. Heaven forbid they tell their customers that when their customers could actually do something about it.

BioShock Infinite and Spec Ops: The Line are the only two games I’ve played that I would consider “art” in the truest sense of the word. Video games in general are creative works, and they all have debatable levels of “greatness”, but those who have played these two know what I mean.

I’m hearing the voice of Jon Stewart echoing in my head, shouting desperately “THIS CAN NOT BE REAL LIFE!” on a daily basis, now

on the one hand, it’s annoying having so many photos of somebody’s cat(s) flooding your feed

On the other, after months of election dread and with at least four more years of misery for everyone who isn’t rich lying ahead of us – sure, bring on the cat photos. Good palate cleanser.

Just wait until the lynchings start and the new justice department can’t be fucked to investigate any of them. Then the real ‘fun’ begins.

apparently grandma thought drugs needed consent to work. Somehow.