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 largely Sarcasm. And by large, I mean lots. Like, most, if not all of it. It’s gonna be sarcasm.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Multiple Personalities.
When you say you wanna see other people, they already are other people!
Ahhh yes, Iran Alberta, Canada.
Go for the food, stay for the bread festivals. It’s when we sing the score from Fiddler on the roof and sacrifice a bear in the name of our sponsors, Phil’s pork 'n beans.
Good Ol’ Iran, Alberta. Fuckin’ love that place. Go there, you tell Jimmy, Bill from Ottawa says hello!
I was a big fan of G.G. Allin, so it’s hard to pin point just a single moment, but we’ll let google and your imaginations take you there. It’s pretty trippy.
When I was super young and listening to ace of bass i learned one of the members was also a white supremacist.
Lead singer of L7 whipped her used tampon at an asshole like a fucking champ.
my youngest brother had a lazy stick. It was a broom handle and a ruler taped together with a couple of chop sticks mixed in to help hold the two together. To avoid getting out of bed, he fashioned this up to turn off the lights in his room. Inspired by Homers broom in the episode of the Simpsons where he gains a ton of weight to go on disability.
This stick did the trick and even could turn the tv on and off.
Twenty years later, my brother is currently on a diet and losing a lot of weight. All the weight is post stick and much later in life, but we have a laugh about it every now and again.
Chef Boy R Dee is pasta