Guy went to a McDonald’s, was apparently acting suspicious, and had everything on him that the police had reported about (silencer, fake NJ ID). Feels like someone took the “steal his look” memes seriously and may want credit.

Heck, you’d be surprised how often it’s 0.

They are evidence of God’s contract not to drown every living thing on earth again, what else do you have to know?

Polly wanna impale her prey

Literally anytime CEOs, billionaires, or landlords come up. And not like euphemistic “eat the rich” type statements, tankie shit about literally murdering landowners (but also about how Tianemen Square was ok/just US propaganda, Russia has a right to Ukraine, and the CCP is truly progressive and respects human rights).

Lemme.ml: Where you can call for murder and warfare against meat eaters and landlords, but don’t even think about saying a no-no word, mister!

Edit: funny how all the negative comments flood in at once, almost like folks clocked in for work.

Listen to a record, read (books, comics, articles, anything), walk, watch TV, cook, text a friend, maybe even play a level of Portal or a word game, or just lie down if that’s the mood.

Much like unpaid internships, this is also a method to prevent anyone who is not independently wealthy from applying, so they can fill the department with the same people already benefiting from the current system and allow them to design one that benefits them even further.

No one that this department is ostensibly built to serve can afford to work on it, so who is it really (clearly) for?

“I heard that this media campaign directed kids to a porn site and made the star seem insufferable while alienating hardcore fans of the musical before the movie is even out, but what’s the disaster?”

I mean I am sure there is more, OP, but does there even have to be?

That’s why Mr. Pibb emphasized clarity to avoid misgendering. He actually has a Ph. D. in archaeology, but made the humble choice to still go by Mr.

Right! My brain kept saying “Burgundy Bathysphere” but I knew that wasn’t right…

I think the Beatles made one

The OCs, (aka Osees, the Oh Sees, the O.C.s) are a lo-fi psych garage rock band with over a dozen albums. Their sound is unique, but could best be compared to other psychedelic and punk-influenced bands like Witch and Ty Segal.

Pomegranate pips work well in most salty dishes, roasted apple is great with a strong, soft cheese.

I was talking to my wife about the feeling of underachieving relative to unrealistic childhood goals, and she mentioned that she never thought she was smart or special enough as a child to dream of being THE anything. Like she wanted to work in science, but never took that to mean that she wanted to be THE one to get famous curing cancer or writing a Malcom Gladwell-type book or running her own lab.

I, of course, think she is the most special genius I know, and I think she’d do a great job in any of those situations, but the depressingly realistic expectations she set out of lower self-confidence as a kid have now served her well in terms of job and life satisfaction. It made me sad to hear and angry at her parents for not communicating that she was and is exceptional, but I am also sad and angry that I am not the next Bob Dylan with a universal acceptance of my genius and no need to do anything but write poetry and receive accolades. At the same time, I’d hate to actually live on the road and/or have the life of most ultra-famous writers, but I still feel like I’ve betrayed my childhood potential by not doing so and by being unremarkable.

Hard to say if that disappointment is worse than growing up without being told you even could achieve something like that. My wife is healthy now, but had a lot of shit she had to overcome in her childhood and adult mental health journeys, and while/since I have as well, I don’t think we’ll ever get answers about every different thing that affects our current and past contentedness. So I am just left with the contradictory disappointments of having failed to live up to grand self-determined goals and that no one ever told my wife she could set hers like the incredible person, thinker, and worker she is–even knowing that just may have led to her feeling my current disappointment in place of any she felt as a child.

Long and complicated, no resolution, it’s just been weird to see and think about our two very different experiences.

Surprisingly hard. Confused me in just the right way, made me ask just the right questions about who could have written this and how someone ended up with it in an entirely unhideable spot. Also reminded me of how many people there are out there making decisions every day that I can’t imagine…

I’m afraid you have too much faith in the decision-making of certain people. Apparently this text is from a preexisting meme, and even if 99.999% of people would never permanently put a meme tweet directly on their neck forever, there are 7 million people walking around with tweets tattooed on them.

Just look at all the copycat “shrimps is bugs” tattoos out there…

This actually makes me laugh pretty good. Side of the neck is an insane place for it, but the joke lands perfectly and rewards rereads. 9/10 humor, 0/10 decision-making.

And I say a plant community is a group of ostensibly indie, bootstrapped musicians who are actually propped up by major labels to sell the image of individuality and independence while having the entire music industry machine behind them.

Thank you Kanye, very funny.