I wish I were able to make a gif on my phone right now. You know the homer Simpson “mmmm, donuts” one?
“Mmm, painal”,
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I wish I were able to make a gif on my phone right now. You know the homer Simpson “mmmm, donuts” one?
“Mmm, painal”,


Two stories:
My mom was in a religious school for a few years, and her craziest story was sex Ed, which was mandated in the state at the time. The entire class was “take this shoebox home.” Literally no other instructions. The shoebox contained a mirror and nothing else. It was 20 years later before she realized what the mirror was for, because she wasn’t informed it was a sex Ed class.
ETA: the school was mixed gender, the classes were not. Girls had separate classes from boys. The mirror was for standing over and seeing that you do, indeed, have a vagina, and then gaining absolutely other information
I was homeschooled, but not in a religious way. My mom ordered the books the state told her to order. When we got them they were fine, until we got to the science module and it told us how ancient humans and dinosaurs lived side by side. … My mom immediately ordered different books.
It depends on if this alligator is in ecstasy or agony, I cannot tell.
But the answer to either: anal
Thank you. I was her caregiver for many, many years, and we were closer than I have ever been or likely ever will be with anyone else. Lady was straight up fucking amazing
Ex-fucking-zaxtly. My mom was a lifelong progressive, hippie movement participant, and generally cool as fuck badass mofo, but because of her birth year she got lumped in with the boomer politics jokes. She got it, she knew why they existed and what they were actually lambasting. But it hurt her to see what she thought of as a generation of protest and activism go down as a generation of right wing bullshit. She passed away in April, due to myriad health reasons that pretty all boil down to “near life long poverty” as the root cause.
Ex-fucking-zaxtly. My mom was a lifelong progressive, hippie movement participant, and generally cool as fuck badass mofo, but because of her birth year she got lumped in with the boomer politics jokes. She got it, she knew why they existed and what they were actually lambasting. But it hurt her to see what she thought of as a generation of protest and activism go down as a generation of right wing bullshit. She passed away in April, due to myriad health reasons that pretty all boil down to “near life long poverty” as the root cause.
I want to believe
That’s what they use paper towel roll tubes for? I… I have been using mine very incorrectly


I knew about the Appalachian and Scottish highland connection, but I did not realize the chain extends all the way into Greenland and Scandinavia! Per my quick Google search, it says there are remnants of the same mountain chain in 9 countries!


Damn. That’s wild. Also US, so I’m assuming we mean the same product. Got a rash once from using shampoo to whack it as a kid, but used conditioner many times to no ill effect. Will definitely reconsider in the future! Lol


Well said! And yeah, I was a little heavy handed calling the dispossessed theory. However:
Do the hungry care more about who you feed them
The rich!


Fully agree that that’s the way to learn. Do praxis, theory will develop.
However, I recommend the bread book to anyone I think might enjoy reading something like it. It changed my life fundamentally to see some one lay out the math of how a society could function like that. As suggested above,nthe dispossessed is also an amazing work of theory disguised as a very fun sci fi read. I routinely quote “where do you go when you die in hell” ever since reading it


Excuse me, what the actual fuck conditioner did you use? I’ve had a chemical burn down there from shampoo, but I’ve used conditioner as a kid with no ill impact. Mind if I ask what brand, or even what country? I’m wondering if it’s a difference in terms?


My mom was a “secretary” (read: she was a fucking office manager who ran that entire company while the owner had affairs and did absolutely jack shit). One of the many, many things she did was ordering all the magazines for their office and two other locations.
She got me highlights on the company dime and them sent to our house. Haha


Sure thing! Just changed to f-slur


A buddy of mine’s grandad once got drunk with us when we were like 17ish, and told us that no matter we did, we should never join a fraternity in college.
Apparently, when he was in college, he got sucked into this cycle of hazing and sunk cost fallacy (not what he called it, but that’s what I think it was). It started off pretty basic, and ended up with him and a couple other pledges being dressed as girls and servicing all of the brothers for a weekend. Including, and this is a quote, “taking it up the ass. The other two guys got some butter shoved up their first, but I didn’t.” Said he bled for days and couldn’t tell anyone, because then they’d call him a f-slur and probably kick him out of school
I’m assuming it’s not quite so bad anymore, but lemme tell you, I never once considered joining a frat after that tearful old man relived his fucking horror story to us while drunk


God, I wish I was the type of person who could afford to leave my town, much less my country. :/


Seconding the other person. I am deeply curious about learning about Cuba, whether you currently live there or not. I understand if you don’t want to talk openly because of flame wars in comment sections, but I’d love to DM, or move the conversation to a different community if needed.


This is why I say a much more interesting question is what came first, the chicken or the chicken egg?
It entirely depends on your definition of a chicken egg. Is a chicken egg an egg that hatches a chicken, or an egg that is laid by a chicken? If it is an egg that hatches a chicken then the chicken egg came first, but if it is an egg that is laid by a chicken then the chicken came first
My retirement plan is a tank of helium and clear bag. Gonna watch the ocean, and make myself laugh with funny Mickey mouse voice and drift off