After having an exploratory done after getting stabbed, I started sitting all the time because since then, every time I pee standing up it’s uncomfortable and get piss shivers. When they pull everything out, it never goes back quite the same and I guess this is part of the “Well you’re doing this now” part of the rest of my life.

The piss shivers are messy at a bowl and really fucking awkward when at a urinal.

I am sure this could be, or have been, fixed with a procedure, or some form of treatment/phsyo, but it took no time at all to realize pitting (pee AND sitting lol) is just better, and didn’t really think or go back to the old ways and practices of expelling my liquid waste.

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.

Whenever they enter a room, do you warn people to brace themselves?

Because winter’s coming?

So, you’re saying if I’m in a hurry to get out of here, Canada bad, Indonesia good?

I mean, it is as close to 69 as you’re gonna get without going over.

That Chinese jet better be fucking thankful it wasn’t one of our geese.

A proper Canadian Goose is like, 87.69% Aggressive Manner.

Yellen? Fuck she’s so war horny she’ll be screamin’ to fund more war.

Yeah, baby! Finance the fuck outta the conflict.

Multiple Personalities.

When you say you wanna see other people, they already are other people!

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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.

But wasn’t lemmy grad also federated and just got the boot for a whole mess about the middle easy situation?

I still don’t know too much about the processes and what’s not, so thanks for the info. Anything is more than I know now lol

Not to say anything bad about Mastadon, I can’t say I’ve been there a whole lot.

But seeing the amount of twitter users going there kinda makes me not wanna go there. Gives me the impression that’s where Xwitter 2.0 is gonna happen.

I don’t eat a lot of meat, but after hearing arguments like these from vegetarians and vegans, I gave up on not eating meat.

Too expensive to eat vegan and I got really fucking tired of being called fucking stupid for buying meat free alternatives. It’s not worth the effort in the end.

The smell of a new book.

oh man. there’s my drug from back in the day.

I’d outlaw drive through.

No longer will that fucking line up for coffee reach down the road and over the horizon in the morning. The sitting there for twenty minutes, idling your car as you watch the person in front of you park in the middle of the intersection like an asshole. No.

Go, park, use the magic of being a biped.

Now there’s no excuse. You either drink the coffee at work, or face that Starbucks barista you know secretly hates you. Biped your way in the door, get your morning fix with confidence because fuck mark, no barista is going to ruin your day.

Not while I’m there banning drive throughs to ruin it for you.

Edit: Barista. I don’t even know what a batista is but could potentially be a bad ass.

If you’re Gen X, the entire three fucking ton collection of whatever encyclopedia itanica set out there and fifty time life books about random shit with pictures. Maybe sex by Madonna.

My parents, and those before them loved to appear as if they could ready but only really recognized the logos of gas stations and liquor bottles.

One and done like “Then, you turn this key, and input these codes. Don’t lose the codes. Now, first thing’s first, it’s not actually a football…”

stoppopulationdecline.org?

Really? Yeah. I don’t think I will.

Sounds like someone has found happiness pie.

Nipples.