When I had a housewarming party, I put a bunch of googly eyes in a bowl and instructed everyone to become googly eye terrorists in my new house.
It was really fun, and a great surprise to find all my eggs googly-eyed with pieces of paper with pleas for help written on them.
Still finding them to this day.
Frankly that party needs to go. We’d be better off if there was another dramatic party shift- send the Dems to the way of the Whigs.
I was wondering if someone was going to point this out. So many memes either overtly or discretely have a “dumb woman doesn’t know computer”. I don’t wanna seem nitpicky but it’s hard not to see it.
Look, Noam isn’t wearing his glasses, he might think he’s talking to Anthony Bourdain
You’re worse than Ted Bundy.
I mean you can tell if it’s ripe or not by pressing against the part where the stem used to be- if there’s a little give, you should be good.
I feel like people who hate Honeydew are like people who hate bananas but only have eaten fully green bananas. Like yea, if you don’t let it ripen it’s gonna suck.
Look, I think having people pissing and shitting in a room designated for rest is anti-homeless architecture so sue me
I’m sorry, it’s a RESTroom not a PEEroom. I came here to rest and God damnit I’ll exercise that right. /S
No no, didn’t you hear? His relationship with Epstein was purely business. That’s why there are Trump branded condoms in the photo dump, it was purely a business thing.
The fermata means you need to give head for a longer time than normal.
I would also consider the evolutionary advantage of having pets. Dogs help hunt and herd and cats help with farm pests that could spread disease. It just makes sense that societies that accepted that help and encouraged the symbiotic relationship would fare better than those that didn’t.
Also I hope the news is right: racoons are next on the list. We need to pet the racoons. It’s a matter of national security.
I’d say they’re fine, but if you have some yellow dye it could give a more orange color that I associate with cigs.
Unless you expect yellow lighting then you are genius.
Yep. History curves to justice my ass.
We didn’t start the fire, we didn’t light it but we tried to fight it. And fucking failed the open book test each time.
“I will have you know I am a self made man! Just like my father and his father before him!”
I mean the millionaire class is a grey area between those who are so rich they are completely out of touch with working class realities, and those who were working class who got a break and played a good hand right.
Personally I don’t really have a problem with millionaires, that’s an amount you can make playing by the rules and not bending them to your own will.
Which is why it’s so important that we turn out and vote in the midterms. So many Americans don’t vote in the midterms because it’s not for the presidential race.
Anyway if you can vote in the next midterms, show TF up and we could actually get the votes to oust this monster.
Serial killers just murder hobbyists so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I used to have political arguments with my dad all the time, but like in a fun debate team way. It really was a fun part of our relationship until 2020… and then shit got real when I moved to a big city and the fun was gone.
When I moved home for a year, the first few months were rough. Lots of anger, lots of pain, but eventually I came to realize nothing I could say would do anything- to my family I was just woke end of story. So I stopped talking politics at all with them, and started talking about music, or yard work, or how we like our coffee. Honestly that opened things up later on to have more honest conversations that were more level headed. Frankly I got him to agree with DEI as a concept so long as I avoided buzzwords or call it DEI by name.
My dad is still the same guy- still funny, he’s still bright, he’s still kind and would absolutely help a child on the side of the road, he just listened to too much patriot radio. I still call him, but we had to realize our relationship and who we are to each other comes first. Politics might change but he’s always my dad and I’m always his son. Besides, when I came out as bi at 16 he was the only one who told me he loved me so that’s gotta mean something. He’s still in there.
I grew up in a household that kept with a healthy Mediterranean diet, no sugar, drinking whatever milk my mom decided was healthiest at the time, salads and kale chips, where cutting the bottom of a broccoli stock would be considered a cookie-
And then I moved to the Midwest. My god the orgasmic feeling of digging into chicken wings for the first time or a corn pudding. I had no clue that everyone here puts marshmallows on sweet potatoes or in a sandwich with peanut butter, like what?
And pizza- PIZZA. Look, I’ve had plenty of pizza before, vegan, peach slices on arugula with a light sauce. But Chicago deep dish? Pizza or not it’s a monument to man’s gluttony. Double dough? My god that thicc slice is choice.
The chef’s here are essentially participating in assisted suicide, and it’s the best thing ever. When I go out now, I’m going to Dr. Kavorkian’s 24 hour diner, extra gravy please.