I’m trying to remember the brainrot memes from my childhood but I can’t because I am le tired

Disclaimer: I’m a straight cis man, but I have/have had quite a few lesbian friends over time who have explained this joke to me. Take my explanation with the appropriate grain of salt

“the dating pool is tiny to nonexistant” is a common complaint I’ve heard from lesbians I know, probably related to the fact that I’ve mostly lived in rural areas. Given the low availability of partners, its more common to jump into relationships quickly and really commit to them. I’ve also heard a lot of “I really want somebody to live with me so I don’t just choke on something and die”. Probably less common nowadays, but I’m from a generation when it was harder to be gay publicly --> harder for lesbians to find roommates. Living with other women often meant being stigmatized by straight women that don’t understand lesbians are people and not just sex crazed harlots, and honestly that but worse because of a higher threat of violence with straight men. I’ve heard that moving in with a romantic partner as a lesbian is a move that lets you have a roommate with less objectification related to your gender/orientation. Again, idk how much of that is true today, but that is my understanding of the origins of the joke

Afaik this is how to make a Cuban espresso. I was taught to mix the sugar with the first few drops inside the moka pot, but I’m sure it would do the same thing mixed in a glass

You ever start replying to disagree with a comment and then realize the things you’ve normalized in your romantic past are a bit fucked up? That’s where I’m at right now

I’ve had sex plenty of times I didn’t really want to in the past. It goes like

She’s horny and wants to fuck. I am not

If I say no it’s a self esteem meltdown

If I say yes it’s a bit of a workout that ends in cuddling, which I always want

It’s just always felt better for my life to be an on demand dick machine than somebody who can say no

I cast non-magic missile!

I’m afraid to watch this show again because I remember it being an awesome trippy mess, but I don’t want tonrealize it’s all nostalgia and the show actually sucks so I can’t rewatch it

I used to live in an unfinished basement in Pennsylvania that had a lot of these little guys. They used to hang out on the stairs on the ceilings and in my nightmares. Never saw any other kind of bug in that house though

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You got it backwards, he lifts to improve jerking vigour.

This is where most of my passwords come from

Idk. Based on the number of fight scenes in that series that start with glistening men ripping off their clothes before fighting, I’d argue that kiryu at least has a kink for public indecency

Mine does that but only the 1-6 buttons. And like… if I’m being honest microwaving something for longer than 6 minutes is probably less than 1% of my total microwave usage, but it feels like the greatest injustice ever experienced by anybody when I have to press cook time then 8 0 0 to get my microwave to run for 8 minutes

I get it though. Like, I’m into dark chocolate myself, but beyond about 85% dark it gets to be a bit much for me. I’ve absolutely pretended to enjoy 99% before as to avoid embarrassing myself in front of friends who were kinda snobs about it though

I also can’t believe a band whose name is a euphemism for semen would use such weird album art. Smhing my head

Quantum shitting through the n-th dimension

You can actually save up to 13 frames if you take the warcrime L early, but getting through the Hague takes 5 different pixel/frame perfect inputs so most runners avoid that strategy

Idk. I was in a highschool debate club a bit over a decade ago, and I was very good at the public forum event. Like, regularly in the top 32 for both the NFL and CFL national tournaments good. There were other people at the top of that ladder with me that made very effective use of the “pound the table” strategy, and how well it worked often boiled down to judge variance. People act that way in debates because it absolutely works on some viewers

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Corgi Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Cat-a, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in german shepherd warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US canine forces. You are nothing to me but just another treat. I will wipe you the fuck out with pawcision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of staffies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, cat-boy. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can have zoomies anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare paws. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Kennel Club and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little bad-dog. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “catty” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have worn your fucking cone. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.

I like hard shell tacos, though I will say it’s often an exercise in creatively holding broken pieces of taco as I eat it. The secret is to spread a tortilla with refried beans (or any other food that can serve as glue; guac, sour cream, melted cheese, etc) then wrap that around the hardshell taco for a best of both worlds experience. It’s also very much a white people taco night thing; I’d never want a hard shell for a good Mexican or texmex style taco, but if you’re talking about ground beef in a Mccormick spice blend with peripherals from the “mexican” aisle of an American supermarket, hard shells are dope.

This does not look like it would keep ones hands clean enough to play cards while enjoying their meats and cheeses. The Earl of Sandwich would be dismayed