I didn’t get very into yogurt until after I had moved from the US to Canada, and now I’m haunted by the huge selection of flavours in the US that I no longer have access to. That’s okay, though. Liberté Greek yogurt is far superior to anything I ever tried down there.

I feel like I used to see this image on batteries in the '90s.

He said ants, not aunts.

What’cha got there, m8?

Just get people to agree to live in crowded vaults and have them sign a waver accepting any and all psychological torture performed on them. That’s a functional Fallout reality show.

Just walking around in pajama pants with no shirt on…

I never fully grasped the true scale of a single galaxy (and then expanded that understanding to the observable universe) until I hopped in my ship in Elite Dangerous and actually set off to cross one. Holy fucking shit, does it really help put it into perspective when you’re traveling between vast galactic arms, hopping individual stars 50-70 Ly at a time and trying your damndest not to stretch yourself too thin in fear of running out of scoopable fuel/stars.

If I were an Astronomy teacher, Elite would be my most profound and precious tool.

My DM never gave a shit or required me to buy arrows. I tracked them sometimes anyway, but we always just shrugged and said I either fletched my own during downtime, or that arrows were included in general party upkeep/funds.

Costco every fucking day…

Ahh, fhe Daedric Prince of Madness himself.

Bro, I just bought a Roborock a few weeks ago and I love it. I was panic reading these comments until I saw yours and realized it’s a Roborock, not iRobot. Hope our housebots don’t meet the same fate.

“Dearesht lady, I shay, I shall like to eat of your pusshy and delight of your lavish bunghole, what shay you?”

Holy fuck, I just looked up the record. Not what I was expecting at all. It looks like one of those 700 lb. people who can’t roll off of their futon. Even the underside is shockingly similar.

I strongly suspect the mysterious stress fracture of my fifth metatarsal began with my grueling move last year. It wasn’t a month or two later that the pain came on and the entire ordeal took root. Over a year later and I’m still weathering the chronic pain. The fracture got better but the pain did not.

I have a tiny red chili keychain that looks exactly like that.

Don’t mind if I do!

It wasn’t terrible for what it was. I just remember being let down after years of listening to my best friend’s other friend telling me all of these promises he had fully subscribed to. It all sounded too good to be true, but both us and the industry itself were too young to have experienced overpromises like that. I thought maybe I just didn’t know how far technology had come, and we were about to see it fully manifest in all its glory…

But what we got was a fuck load of bloom and a few branching choices. And a marriage system that let you be gay. I definitely made my guy gay. Well, not at first. At first I married the barber because I thought I’d get free haircuts. That didn’t work. So I made my guy gay.

Hell yeah. That’s like a level 14 quest reward right there. The first real sign of progression. Helm comes around 20.

I know we don’t have many spiritual types on here, but after my dad’s unexpected death, I somehow took my deep reverence for nature and my strong nostalgia for little things like that first leaf crunching beneath my foot, and I turned it into my own brand of spirituality.

I don’t know if it’s akin to a form of animism or what, but (while my beliefs certainly go deeper than observational things and border on druidry more than anything) there almost seems to be a profound spirit that exists within these moments that connects us all to them, and they stir something inside of me far more than any religious tale or sermon ever could.

I don’t know what it all means or if it’s even real, but it brings me an immense sense of comfort.