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They are explicitly complaining that there are several users posting content they don’t enjoy.

Don’t you know the entire fediverse is supposed to be cultivated to PatFussy’s personal taste?

I love the way the smoke seems to be coming off of the top of it…

Actually, that’s amazing. Like even if you believe in these things, the karmic “payback” for trying to do evil with it is paid immediately by being scammed.

10/10 name! Are you a Name Rater?

I’m a pokemon breeder. You never get to fight me because I’m always telling you whether there’s an egg or not, but if you got to see my perfect IV, perfect EV, perfect nature team, every single one is shiny.

And a side effect of all that needless effort is that I’m frickin loaded.

My appearance is the Alolan girls’ (braids, cowboy hat, overalls).

Need a better, less kinky name for me though.

That’s patently incorrect. Executive dysfunction, a hallmark of ADHD, often results in something called “task paralysis” wherein you’re unable to begin a task, even though it weighs on your mind.

The advice that a person could be exhibiting this symptom because of a different cause (such as depression) is true, but people with ADHD experience this issue at a higher frequency than their more neurologically typical peers, and if it’s a problem being caused by ADHD, and not depression, it can lead to depression as a comorbidity.

Your name implies a bias toward the lack of value with regard to the well-being of the modern anus.

Yes! Exactly! That guy is a prick!

I hope Davy is fulfilled and happy with his choice of career and he really needs to stop putting bread in The Piano Man’s Jar!

Yes. Exactly.

The thing is, the guy? The character of The Piano Man? He’s a fucking dick! He spends the entire song singing about every single person in this bar, boiling them down to one or two of their least desirable traits- which, by the way, he’s obviously been playing at this bar long enough to get to know all of them well enough to boil them down!- and then he sings about how great he is and how he’s the only joy in their miserable little lives!

I want to get the waitress who’s practicing politics, the men sharing a drink they call loneliness, the businessmen getting stoned, and we are gonna write a song called “The Piano Man is a Fucking Dick Who Thinks He’s Too Good to be Here!” Fuck that guy!

The song The Piano Man fucking sucks.

The living room is red herring.

“Programmed to respond to over 700 questions, none of which include chicken fingers.” - Sergeant Vatred

This is just The Game for kids.

I guess I’m a Boomer now.

“Coomer” shit isn’t funny. It’s always felt weirdly anti-man to me and I’m not even a man!

I was crying so hard a contact popped out and I had to finish the game half blind!

One thing I think people need to understand is that ‘Tex-Mex’ should not be considered a goddamned insult. Texas has a deep history with it’s relationship to Mexico, and Texas is fucking huge.

To put it in perspective, go look at a land size comparison of Texas and the entire UK. Texas is bigger. On it’s own.

So to expect it to not have it’s own culture and it’s own cuisine is stupid as hell. Now, if we want to discuss which we prefer… that’s a different conversation.

And to ask me if I want to live there? The answer is a resounding “hell no.”

Now we called them demotivationals because they were made in reaction to motivationals, which were all the rage in Shelbyville. And one demotivational was worth ten motivationals. ‘Gimme one for the ten,’ you’d say, and you would post your motivationals so the wizards of memes could photoshop them, or you might say “shop.” Which was the style at the time.

You could always tell a shop from some of the pixels, or from seeing quite a few shops in your time. Whichever was easier.

(I put way more effort into this than it called for.)

I’m white. I have blue eyes. And when I was young, my hair was red. I was working retail, and this old lady said “Merry Christmas.”

Me: “Happy Holidays!”

Her: “It’s Merry Christmas. I know your boss doesn’t like it, but you should say it to me. So Merry Christmas.”

Me: “Are you Christian?”

Her: “Yes.”

Me: “Well, I’m not. So Happy Holidays.”

She got so stunned, like I’d slapped her. I was quite ready to get called in for being some kind of way with a customer but I guess she was too afraid of dealing with a heathen. Still, if you’ve ever worked retail, you’d know why this felt like a victory.

Fair enough! I was looking at that Wikipedia entry and that’s where I got that but I’m open to other non-cavewoman-gangbang answers.

Personally I’m loud every second I’m having fun and I can’t say I know of any scientific weapon for it. But it’d be nice for that to be more optional than it is!

I’m not reading your thesis on cave woman gang bangs. Hopefully someone else will engage you on this topic further.

Eta; And lemme just say, the idea that “more evidence should be gathered” demands that you need to specify exactly how you want to gather said evidence. Which requires treating human women as animals to be studied. It’s absolutely ridiculous at best and psycho at worst.