“This!”

“Thanks for the gold, kind stranger!”

Why do they have to say the things? People don’t say the things here.

This was a problem when my daughter was in a private dayhome, but a licensed dayhome has been a much better experience. Seems like they actually prioritize hand-washing and other hygiene practices. My kid gets sick at about a tenth of the previous rate.

Average TikTokers be like, “Kud dis be a reel Navajo skinwalker?”

waking up suddenly at 3:30am in December of 2290

“…why he do it?”

My kid is the only one in the cul-de-sac with Minecraft. We have quite the popular couch this month.

While I no longer have the responsibility of collecting carts, I still work in the grocery industry and I appreciate your courtesy. I’ll never forget the agony of rounding up and pushing dozens of them through the snow and slush of a Kmart parking lot. I can’t believe I didn’t do more damage to my body then. Now it’s just the cement floors that are slowly doing me in.

No harm done. I really appreciate the pleasant response.

That was your takeaway? That I wasn’t inclusive in who potentially finds the feet arousing? Plug in whatever you would like. I’m not making fucking rules here.

I have to agree with this one. I acknowledge that feet are indeed connected to genitalia via nerves, but I highly, highly doubt that’s the reason that viewing a woman’s bare feet makes some men horny. I don’t think the foot fetish is about her and/or her nerves or pleasure at all. It’s a simple matter of getting to see an often delicate looking body part that is usually concealed, and being allowed to interact with them in a sexual way. I’m more of a butt/thighs/hips guy, myself.

I think of this meme often. My wife and I recently bought a house in a quiet cul-de-sac of a safe older neighborhood. My daughter went from spending most of her time indoors (because there was fuck all for her to do or go, and surrounding streets were busy) to spending probably 75% of her time outside, whether playing with friends or flipping rocks in my garden to look for bugs. It’s wild how much a child’s interests change when their environment actually provides them the green spaces they need.

I hate that in most places (at least here in North America) parks, trails, and other green spaces are just an afterthought, when we should be planning our neighborhoods around them. But hey, you can’t squeeze another cheap manufactured home in between these two other densely packed manufactured homes if there are empty spots for trees and nature.

I am pleased with the city I live in for leaving so much of our forest and river valleys intact. We have an elaborate trail system weaving throughout the entirety of our city, all interconnected, and any time additional roads to ease congestion are proposed, people vote them down in favor of protecting the bands of forest and dealing with traffic. Only the worst people I’ve known are voting yes to bulldozing chunks of it for the sake of an easier commute.

When I was much younger I had heard for the first time a swan circling the shore of my lake in the dead of night. It was this eerie swooshing sound, like huge wings, accompanied by the weirdest nasally grunting. This thing circled the entire lake multiple times, but I could see nothing in the dark.

Now, I was probably just high, as I usually was during that period, but I remember taking to social media to ask if anyone else had “heard something weird flying around the lake” the night before. Unfortunately, people thought I was talking about a UFO, and I wound up being ridiculed for it.

It took me years before I had finally witnessed a swan doing the same thing in the light of day, and was able to finally drop my half-baked fear that Nosferaru had been taking to the skies at night in my lake community.

Bottom needs a gamer chair to prove that he’s a gamer. A gamer games 45% better with a gamer chair. That’s why they’re shaped 45% differently. Without a gamer chair, a gamer does not truly game. But it’s very important that they see it.

I worked customer service at Kmart for a few years and encountered a lot of old classmates. Fortunately I had lost a bunch of weight since I had last seen them, and all of my hair fell out, so nobody knew who I was. I could tell some people thought I was maybe familiar, but I was never identified outright. I felt like a secret agent.

It’s a shitty class to play.

As a person who manages a produce department for a living, this is one of my favorite posts I’ve ever seen. All day long I’m surrounded by little faces and it’s kind of just a thing that only I pay any mind to.

My nephew is one of the worst I’ve ever smelled. Just the overwhelming scent of damp, reused football socks and armpit. How he can’t smell his own smog is beyond my comprehension. I can’t imagine the smell of a classroom.

Da Baer’s aere gonna win it this yeahr, boys.

Every now and then I just save the German memes and send them to my English group chats to make sure they’re confused too.

Chemtrails are broadly believed to be nefarious chemicals that alter everything from weather (to facilitate global warming, not to prevent it) to human/animal hormones. While exhaust is no doubt harmful, when conspiracy theorists speak of chemtrails, they are speaking of shady government operatives intentionally loading the planes with experimental chemicals that are meant to be rained down onto the masses.