I was sitting in the room while my friend’s dad was having a argument with his horrible dad. The horrible dad threatened to write him out of his will, and my friend’s dad respond, “Why do you think I’d want 1/6th of fuck all anyway?”

I wouldn’t be so blunt with my mother about things, but every time she talks about inheritance I encourage her to just spend the money on herself. Anything will be spilt between 7 kids overall (3 hers, 4 my late step dad). She is holding on to an expensive ring because my very well off, money hungry sister, has basically demanded it, so I’m working behind the scenes to try get her to sell it so she can invest in making her last few years that much easier.

Worrying that every unexpected pain in your body will be cancer.

I’m 50 and get posts from OnlyFans accounts and advertising for kegels exercises, mixed in with woodworking videos. I blame all the other men out there. No wonder I don’t use social media much anymore. I just want to see my friend’s and family’s pics/vids.

That’s a perfectly legitimate way to interpret the text, and might even be true.

I can’t think of many minors who would be able to afford a game, so it’ll be the parents buying it anyway.

This reminds me of the ambulance scene from the movie Redirected.

Alan Sugar needs to teach this lot some basics of selling.

Sheep. Baaa.

Aha! So that’s the thing. I’d been wondering why suddenly bottles and juice containers are farking annoying to open. And it’s global! I’m happy it’s for good reasons but the bit of my brain that gets annoyed by it wishes there was another solution.