Ni__a and slut, in that order. I’m getting all of this thirdhand. TikTok is beyond salvation.

*ahem* grape, unalive, r*dditor, 🅱️🅱️, sewerslide, bop.

In most modern versions, yes. He’s just survivor’s guilt held together by a ceaseless run of violent distractions and related obsessions. Not the one to call on your union busting boss.

No. Unequivocally no. This might make sense on its face but it misunderstands Batman at a fundamental level- Batman is a hero who cannot make sense. He is severely mentally ill and craves change physically and instantly wrought by his own two hands.

If a CEO were doing something outlandishly and visibly evil then they might find themselves on Batman’s radar, but exacerbating wealth inequality is just not something Batman usually cares about. Would it make sense for Batman to do something about it? Yes. Absolutely. Would the crazy 100 kg gymnast dressed like a giant bat, who has made a nightly ritual of shattering the spines of impoverished criminal dockworkers do that? No.

Now daredevil, daredevil might find himself beating the ass off a shady Manhattan CEO. But daredevil is sane, reasonable, and goal oriented and Batman is just not.

Exactly. Sometimes you require only a texture and cauliflower runs the gamut from crunchy to creamy. I don’t want to stock my fridge with 400 ingredients and let indecision lead them all to the dumpster, so a daily driver like cauliflower is incredibly useful. Learning to mix colors is fundamental to painting. Same premise here.

Pretty much. If you want tangible change, locate your closest billionaire and eat them. If you just want a taste of the decent box, come to Europe.

I want you to imagine an indestructible box filled with all the world’s comforts. How do you craft it? How do you procure the materials to craft it? How do you search for the means to find the materials to craft it? Hard questions without a simple solution.

Now I want you to picture a decently sturdy box filled with some neat stuff. And now I want you to picture yourself bashing it to pieces. Pretty doable, right?

It’s easy to break something of value, it’s near impossible to craft the invincible. Especially when half of your team is actively bashing.

Yeah, $53 per month for the liminal legion. If anything, I’m overestimating.

300 million dollars of debt accrued per year. How are they losing so much money? Isn’t the point of Redbox that it has nearly 0 overhead? I’m imagining a field in Nebraska with kiosks arranged in identically spaced rows of length indescribable, warping along with the light whose freedom they’ve stolen. The crimson hoard stand in opposition to the very nature of space, a concatenation in both part and whole, clawing at the space where sanity ends and reason begins.

And even then, their overhead would only be like $53 per month.

They did it for a bit, and assuredly for a bit. And yes, they were famous for a bit. If you can find a Lemmbin server 2 weeks behind on its queue, you might find the bits.

If it wasn’t you then someone else named themselves Maeve (famous) for a bit.

You’ve described literally every conceivable situation in politics. You should switch it to “Maeve (quotable)” next.

Did they think the vote was a joke or something? Just a silly little smidgeon of sexopolitical violence?

Simply running a campaign into the ground and then quietly moving the money into different accounts after a couple of years is incredibly popular as well. The US is terrible at tracking defunct campaign accounts.

The rarity of trolls is nice. The near absence of advertising accounts is immeasurably gratifying. Valuing both privacy and Linux is…

If the library were a filthy Roman construct then Vandalizing it is the only correct option. Hail Gunderic!

The slope has been paved and lubricant applied. Let the slipping commence.

Your blasphemy accelerates us towards the inevitable. As you and the society you poison drown in denim, let my warnings echo across the vacuous chasm of your morality.

Every time she puts on her Jammies, I imagine she’s excited to wake up 160 dollars richer.

Baggy has always looked goofy. A stylish pair of pants should, ideally, make someone glance at your bits and bobs. Taut enough to accentuate but loose enough to tickle their curiosity. Baggy pants have always offered either too much or too little information. There’s no reveal when your groin is in plain view and there’s too much mystery when your pants offer no outline. If the realm of questions includes “what’s that smell” or “did they hide a whole rotisserie chicken?” then something has gone awry. Don’t allow this to become acceptable again.