Fuck yeah Crypta. Fernanda has a monstrous stage presence.

Sadly I just read that Jéssica di Falchi (guitar) left the band the other day.

trump is itching for his own Kent State killings.

But trump really needs someone who is ready to kill federal agents to be in debt to him because of reasons.

What ******* joke? Please explain.

That’s so sweet, but most of us stay in jobs that we hate our entire adult lives.

Finally DEI is abolished and candidates are now selected only for their qualifications and skills.

There are other janitor jobs out there, I’m sure.

This will surely bring down the price on eggs.

Crimea was an inside job!

Game recognize game.

But, you see, Biden was somehow maybe going to genocide or something despite not being on the ballot.

the Pattinson Batman universe

The Pattimaniverse.

It runs on some sort of electricity.

I stepped on my hamster which not only ruined Christmas but led to my parents eventually breaking up. It wasn’t a deliberate stepping, of course. Nibbles, bless his tiny, furry heart, had a habit of darting underfoot, a furry landmine in the living room. This year, he chose the precise moment Aunt Carol was launching into her annual monologue about her “special” sauce – a concoction that looked suspiciously like regurgitated beets – to stage his daring escape. My foot connected with his minuscule form with a sickening crunch, a sound that echoed through the suddenly silent room, louder than any Christmas carol.

Aunt Carol, mid-sentence, froze, her face a mask of horrified fascination. Nibbles, sadly, was no more. A tiny, crimson stain bloomed on the Persian rug, resembling nothing so much as a particularly abstract Christmas ornament. My mother, a woman whose love for small, furry creatures bordered on the obsessive, let out a wail that could shatter glass. My dad, ever the pragmatist, muttered something about “collateral damage” and reached for the brandy. The air, thick with the scent of pine needles and impending doom, crackled with unspoken accusations. It was a Christmas tableau worthy of a Hieronymus Bosch painting.

In the ensuing chaos, as people scrambled to salvage what remained of the Christmas dinner, Dad, still clutching a corner of the tablecloth, lost his balance. He stumbled, tripped over my outstretched leg (I swear, it was an accident!), and fell. And, in a move that defied all logic and physics, he somehow managed to grab my leg on the way down.

The last thing I saw before the world dissolved into a blur of pain and panicked shouts was my father, sprawled on the floor amidst the wreckage of Christmas dinner, holding my leg like a prized Christmas roast. “Gotcha!” he yelled triumphantly, while pulling my leg. Just like I’m pulling your leg now.

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Well, you are, but not as cynical as ticketmaster who might have done exactly that.

Certainly true for the US.

trump can’t even point to SA on a map.

It is not until it affects them on a personal level they make that realization. That is how far the empathy of the average conservative voter reaches.

A declassified World War II-era government guide to “simple sabotage” is currently one of the most popular open source books on the internet. The book, called “Simple Sabotage Field Manual,” was declassified in 2008 by the CIA and “describes ways to train normal people to be purposefully annoying telephone operators, dysfunctional train conductors, befuddling middle managers, blundering factory workers, unruly movie theater patrons, and so on. In other words, teaching people to do their jobs badly.”

Turns out I’ve been fighting fascism all along.