People are dicks sometimes.

Tulsa. Bell’s Amusement Park.

We used to have a small, locally owned amusement park.

This exact thing happened. The little bungalow homes in the neighborhood around it became trendy. People moved in, complained about the noise from the park’s main attraction, a classic wooden rollercoaster that had been an area landmark for DECADES, and badgered the city council about it until they limited the place’s operating hours and it went out of business.

I still get absolutely livid if I talk about it for too long.

This is fucking awful.

Yeah, but if I misjudge and one of my friends turns out to be vehimently anti-bike, I don’t have to orchestrate a massive cover-up, conduct a decades long propaganda campaign, and install one of my other friends as the leader of the free world in an effort to avoid the legal, social, and political fallout from biking (literal biking, not a metaphor).

Seems like Epstein’s party planning would have required a little more thought than my Sunday rides.

Then again, all the evidence seems to show they were able to operate with a depressing lack of opsec, so maybe they just ask each other or there’s not enough people opposed to child rape in their world.

I have to wonder how these guys find each other. Do they crack an off color-joke and see who laughs? Do they catch each other looking at underage girls at a party? Is there a webpage that’s like tinder for pervs?

I can barely get four friends together for a bike ride on a Sunday afternoon, but somehow Epstein was able to connect with just about every wealthy pedo in the western world.

My boss didn’t know how to use my ergonomic mouse

I use a logitech M575 trackball, people have tried to scoot it like a mouse and yanked their hand away from it as if it burned them.

Jokelahoma?

I’d even take crappy photo edits over this.

Fuck every single thing about this.

IPA: If Pinecones were Alcohol.

As others have said, I use a client that doesn’t display them, so it never dawned on me. And in general, profile pics have never been a big deal for me. So if the app or site doesn’t make me do it as part of the account set up, my profile pic just stays as the default.

You can set profile pictures on Lemmy?

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Yeah, no way to connect these dots for me either.

Let’s call it anecdotal evidence if we must, but it seems to me that most school shooters seem to have been fairly knowledgeable in handling their weapons and aware of what happens when they pull the trigger.

OBLIGATORY I’M NOT A DOCTOR DON’T TAKE THIS AS MEDICAL ADVICE FIRST.

Monster runs about 160-180 mg per can depending on variety. Coffee is about 80-120 per cup, depending on the bean and roast.

A 400-500 mg dose of caffeine daily is considered safe for most people according to Wikipedia. So 2-3 Monsters a day for a heavy caffeine user isn’t a crazy amount.

Now, when you look at Bing and Reign, which IIRC have around 350 mg per can, those numbers go up real fast, but you’re still not going to get close to the approximately ten grams of caffeine needed for it to be a lethal dose, you’d puke long before you got that much liquid in your stomach.

Also, the physical effects of caffeine abate over time. Users build up a tolerance fairly quickly, and it gets to the point that the twitchiness, elevated BP, and higher heart rate aren’t really present like they’d be for someone who doesn’t consume a lot of them. Again, paraphrasing Wikipedia here. So a moderate user probably isn’t on the verge of an infarction at all times, as the media seems to enjoy impling.

It’s mostly just soda pop with extra caffeine, and caffeine is bitter, so they jack up the sugar content to compensate. That’s a bigger issue IMO.

But overall, there are likely millions, if not billions of people who down two or three energy drinks daily and don’t drop dead. So while the caffeine numbers seem extreme, it’s really the sugar, artificial sweetners, and probably unhealthy lifestyle that goes with being a chronic user that will cause the most damage over time.

The kinda person who does this to their car won’t believe it’s true, while simultaneously defending it as him doing nothing wrong because all the liberals say it’s okay to stuff like this, which also doesn’t mean admitting Trump actually did it, because he didn’t, and this is also proof that Dems did much worse things, even though it’s not real and just a plot to destroy Trump and let Satan rule over the world.

TDS is a Swiss army tool for controlling what their base thinks and dealing with negative press. I don’t know if it evolved organically or was created, but promoting the idea that anyone who says anything negative about Trump is hysterical, jealous, and irrationally hell-bent on destroying him has been insanely effective for them.

It’s less about you and more about enabling nutcases like this guy to be complete and utter tools for what they think is a greater cause. You can already see it in use with the Epstein files along with their other grand slam propaganda tools.

Imagine if angels performed a miracle that allowed a tater tot and a McDonald’s hashbrown to produce a child, after which someone found the least expensive way to replicate that product by mundane and industrial means.

Hearty, weighty, and substantial, yet still crispy on the outside while soft on the inside.

I like to use the sauce packets to draw little designs on them, elevating an already divine side dish into the perfect amuse-bouche.

Re: Regular vs. Curly fries.

Clearly, this debate sparks from a deep cultural ignorance of what it truly means to eat at an Arby’s.

Although this practice was interrupted for a while by an episode of sheer corporate madness, the only proper potato-based side dish are potato cakes that have been set upon the wrapper of a large beef and cheddar to catch the excess cheese and sauce that falls from the sandwich.

Only once they have been drizzled in a combo of surplus liquid cheddar, horsey, and Arby’s sauce can you truly appreciate what potatoes were meant to be.

Much like eating an Ortolan, it’s best to cover your head with a handkerchief while indulging, so as to hide the shame of such a decadent meal from God.