This reminds me, a local man built a bunker with hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of equipment and food in preparation for Y2K apocalypse. When it didn’t materialise, he eventually died and my dad bought some old steel things at estate auction. We cannot for the life of us figure out what these things were for.

Some sort of rack? Too short for hanging meat. Made of steel. About 5 of them. It’s really been bugging us.

Strike up a conversation with a group of women

Alright, I’m out.

But instead of impaling you they just sort of… Squish up against you. It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t even feel bad. In fact, you’re starting to kinda like it…

My dream job? Well last night I dreamed I was a teenage magic hobo who traveled the highways on a flying cardboard sheet, hiding from the magic highway patrol in bushes and staying in flop houses with other magic hobos who I just met (I’m not making this up, that was my actual dream)

A malware site that installs a cryptomoner on the device.

“You said you were a great bass player!”

Me struggling to hold onto a huge wet slippery fish “Grimmie a second, geez!”

Start running

Left at green boots, right at shitting girl, and if you see jorking it guy, you’ve gone too far.

It’s a comic episode, made by a once popular comedy comic strip writer, which describes his partners miscarriage. He runs into the hospital ( I ) talks to a person at the reception ( I i ), talks to the doctor ( I I ), and then sees his partner lying in a hospital bed ( I _ ). A very private bit of information monetized in poor taste for millions of readers. Also it was unfunny and uninteresting. Completely unnessecary. Everyone hated him for it. Comic strip was called Penny something, I think.

Watching someone use a laptop with a trackpad only when there’s a mouse right there is my hell.

Is this about website cookies?

Don’t forget the Phoenix project. 85k Vietnamese civilians assassinated or tortured to death by the CIA.

Where’s the abortionarium?

He just n eds to get a grip

Where do you get stock images of a person crying in an outdoor shower, anyway?

(Don’t worry, I’m not going to use them without copyright, it’s purely for a sex kink)

My panic attacks is now a panic way of life.

I bet they went through a lot of peanut butter

Thank god, I thought my dementia was flaring up

Are my clothes invisible too or do I have to strangle my landlord naked?