What!? I can’t even log in using my PornHub credentials? Fucking amateurs.
What!? I can’t even log in using my PornHub credentials? Fucking amateurs.
Exactly this. I knew this old retired fighter pilot guy, and he had asbestos gloves he held onto from his service days. He let me play with them at a BBQ once. You could straight up shove your hand into a pile of burning coals, hold it in your hand. Cool to the touch. It really seemed like magic. It really is a wonder-material. If not for the afromentioned cancer…
Nah, I’d be that guy that had just enough money to make life look easy to all the wagies. I’d have some bs job, a nice but modest house. As those around me age prematurely from the stresses of capitalism I’ll just be there, making a good life look effortless.
Every now and then a look of pity and derision will flash across my face. My friends won’t consciously clock this. But subconsciously they’ll know. Know that I’m hashtagged blessed, and they stay up at night thinking about how to keep them bills paid.
Far douchier than a laser suit.
Ohhh I’d have made such a good trust fund baby! I feel I really missed my calling in life.


Ya, I put mint on a rig for my aunt, didn’t even tell her it wasn’t windows. Granted all she ever uses is the browser, but she seems happy with it. 10/10
Straight to the gulag with you!
That looks good AF. I may have spaghetti tonight
It was easier when everywhere was a cloud of tobacco smoke anyway. Your weed smoke would just kinda get lost in it.
Idk, but “u’re” gave me a minor aneurysm

We used to have bits of paper with lines representing geography


Just hopped on the dcc train! Definitely recommend. It will never go down in history as a sublime piece of literature, but it sure is good. I would also recommend giving the audio book a try, the narration is hilarious.
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I work in public transportation. There’s a certain segment, I’d say a solid 40-50% of people, are effectively illiterate. Maybe they can read, but I have yet to see any evidence of it.

I used to be that night shift worker. I was so grateful for that one bar in town that opened in the morning. Nothing like ending the work week with a bloody Mary at sunrise!
By biggest gripe is that they’re always so low to the ground. Like they’re worried a kindergartner won’t be able to use it.