Nah. I’ll be as cringe as I please. Don’t need your permission.
Nah. I’ll be as cringe as I please. Don’t need your permission.
Nothing about being an edgelord or cool. Its just not a thing that’s ever been an issue in any relationship, even ones I fucked up. It’s not even a thing I ever once heard talked about anywhere aside from the internet. It’s just a shit post argument that doesn’t matter, regardless of how you do it. Just an empty little thing people like fighting about online for whatever reason. That’s what I spit into the face of.
I’m happily married. Has never once been an issue.
I’ve never paid a single bit of attention to which way it goes on. I spit into the face of this entire debate and it’s never done me any harm to do so. I’m a cat owner too. The roll goes on either way, it’s fine, and I’ll never change my mind.
A single hour long “class”? This seems similar to corporate diversity training at a company rife with racism. I hope I’m being too cynical and this truly is a good thing that will lead to positive results. I have serious doubts though. If it goes the way of the aforementioned diversity training, it’ll be an hour that attending police will treat as mandatory bs they ignore.
The training absolutely needs to happen, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that this looks a hell of a lot like technically trying without actually trying.
You won’t retire, no. No longer work a job because everything is slowly falling apart as our climate apocalypse trudges on? Sure, but you’ll still be working hard to survive.
Not so much Infinite growth. More about gaining as much money and power as possible as soon as possible, the future be damned.
Homophobia is the reason some queer people self hate so goddamn much they lash out at all queer people while the original homophobes cheer it on. Also, some people are just awful, terrible monsters regardless of their sexuality.
We are in an apocalypse. We are not approaching it or dangerously close or anything like that. We. Are. In. It. Now. The suffering has only just begun. Welcome to a front row seat to the end of most life on this planet. Sorry rich folks, we never really figured out how to leave this blue marble to live on another. You’re going to be suffering too it seems. You can’t pay off the climate after all. I genuinely want you to enjoy your very expensive bunkers. They will help you survive long enough to face an extremely hellish earth that already killed most of us. You deserve that little gift.
The next decade is going to be fucking insane, let alone the following years. Good luck out there.
This just cements my opinion that all these people are short sighted idiots. They think they’re foxes fucking up the henhouse, but they’re just other chickens pecking the fuck out of their neighbors while the henhouse burns around them. Fucking. Stupid.
I once had a Christmas day post blow up and become top of the day from a stupid pic I uploaded. I wonder if some of those comments or a weird version of that pic will pop up. Anyone that had similar things happen should keep their eye out. Anything that blew up probably gets a bit more weight.
Oh God, cumbox! All of cumbox is in there. I wonder what kind of unrelated search could summon up that bit of fuzzy fun?
I do both by slapping on the new roll without really paying attention. I also have a cat. It’s never been a problem.
That’s a storage closet, very obviously so. That type of fan being located at that spot makes me also feel like this is a joke.
That’s why the bots use templates like that.
I have both an inner voice and strong imagery. I cannot imagine any other way. I assume that people on the opposite end would see my mind as massive chaos though.
I’m looking forward to what they do with this little gem. I bought it knowing I would at least get a run through the story, but it ended up being my favorite arpg in a while.
This is a clown doing a performance. It’s a bunch of hateful horseshit to feed the ever rabid base.
Finally beat Peaks of yore. Or rather, I saw credits. I still have three mountains to climb, the last of which I’ll probably never bother with.
For those curious, peaks of yore is a mountain climbing game taking place in the late 1800s. It’s not a frustration machine like getting over it, but it is challenging and occasionally unforgiving. You play in first person and you spend a lot of time looking up at your hands, but it really works and gameplay feels tight. If you fall, it was your fault.
At the start you have beginner peaks. Small hills more or less. Then you take on bouldering, and eventually the advanced peaks which take longer and are much more difficult. Beat enough and you get a ticket north to face a several mile high peak that takes hours to summit. You don’t need to summit everything to see credits.
If any of you are up for something of a unique game that can make you feel like a climbing god on an advanced peak summit, give peaks of yore a shot.
Why wouldn’t they? They are, after all, the craven whores who thirst for corporate donor cock.
He pocketing this shit and funding his little personal army with it too. He screams woke and takes the money.