Oh man. For me, Tetris. Every time.

I get past the first dungeon no problems, and find the heart container, but as soon as I meet that old guy with his kite in the tree I’m lost. I think I need to craft a slingshot or something but I’ve no idea where to get the rubber for an elastic band.

AmeriCants.

And then, for the coup de grace, immediately deny that there even is or was ever such a social network, and insist it was another one of their “wacky dreams”. And then later, they come to you to prove you wrong.

Boom. Incepted.

cooking-phasers

baconaxe

foot-therapy

Are my current guys.

I’ve always gotten a more creepy, hot-dog-water, Caligulan-esque vibe off Trump.

Either way, if it’s an opportunity to even slightly impoverish shitty Americans I’m rock hard on board with it.

The real win IMO would be for a collective Canadian identity to emerge from this so we can stop aping shitty, fake, trite, tasteless American bullshit.

My fault tho, I was careless with my typecraftery.

Haha I totally missed that and I even proofread. That’ll learn me to post in a precaffeinated state.

I mean you’re right, but January/February is always a low ebb for the spice level in my life.

I’ve started replying “ok, dozer” to anyone who complains about “wholeness” to me. The ennui I have with the regressives is just beyond description anymore.

Now the only question is what to product to market with that trademark that will cause those barely sentient man-shaped shitsacs the most pain. Poor quality lube? Doilies? A DEI handbook prominently featuring interracial couples? It’s worth spending the time to do it right.

Americans: look north you twits.

Hey does Pepperidge farms remember all the fucking morons on Lemmy urging not to vote for Harris because she was allegedly complicit in genocide? I sure as shit do.

Know what’s gonna be objectively worse, 100% regardless of the veracity those allegations? The reality that they helped forge instead.

Bionic Commando. Love love love to shoot Hitler in his doughy, laughable master race face with a rocket launcher through the window of a fucking helicopter as I fall past it.

Obviously these leeches are Reverend mothers who’ve undergone the spice agony to unlock their genetic memories.

Only 1000 more till it reaches cactaur status!

I am Jack’s Lungs. I breath in soot and particles and eventually they cause cancer and I kill Jack.

That’s how that shit works, homes. Not a thing to “idk whatev” about.

Ok but maybe a counterpoint is we are overestimating the ability of the atmosphere and ocean to absorb CO2 and maintain a habitable planet. I’d rather store isotopes in the earth (where they came from anyway) than carbon in the air.

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I spent 120$ last year on fushias that were ignored

I caved and got a feeder when it got near freezing and one of them was making a fuss in the tree in my back yard, and it needs refilling every 2 days now, so I guess no accounting for taste…