What if you close it really hard like a diesel piston? Surely that’s deserving of a bang!

I guess God did alright, but you should take credit for your own achievements

Shut up, female-head! My alpha male-head has more man-shape than a pair of testicles getting run over by a CyberTruck!

I think /s? I dunno, this comment got dumb really quickly.

Sending in a defensive front of cattle

Whatever they’re saying, I’m blasting it from my rectal loudspeaker.

Thaaaaaannnnnnn… The invention of film?

There is not a single doubt in my mind that he’d gladly abandon them there.

My grandparents didn’t vote for Reagan. My dad did, and his entire family was very disappointed in him for it.

None of us are useful to Lemmy because Lemmy is not “useful.” Lemmy is a shit-pile of all of our combined thoughts and efforts. So, while no social media site is “useful,” Lemmy brings us a place to be entertained and informed/misinformed.

Most of your posts are shit. Most of my posts are shit. While we each usually shit in our own corners, we occasionally look at each other’s shit and say, “hmmm… This shit stinks.” Or, “this shit is a little nutty and I like that!” And even less frequently, we cross paths while shitting and our shit combines to create a new type of shit that other people can enjoy.

So, don’t try to measure your Lemmy “usefulness” based on karma, and instead focus on the shit. I often appreciate your shit, and your username always gives me a chuckle. Whether anyone likes it or not, all of our shit makes Lemmy’s shit the shit it is.

Not if you sell it back to them

That was a surprisingly close guess, then. I was gonna guess Hoth in springtime.

I’ll need photographic evidence of this

I’m sorry, but did someone actually believe that George Carlin was real?

I love this comment so much that I’m gonna swipe-like the shit out of it! Whoops! Well, they’ll know what I meant.

Non-stop disco, betcha didn’t know, betcha didn’t know, betcha didn’t know

Edit: missed the word “stop”

I love the Tank Girl version

Wh- … Whose bones?

Last year, I bought a 22TB hard drive to recover from a 17TB drive failure. I barely got my wife to agree to the one drive, and simply could not convince her that we should get a backup. Our compromise was that I’d add a category to our budget with a year-long goal for a new hard drive. On Friday, I bought my new hard drive after wiping out the category, cashing some old bonds, and borrowing some money from a friend who also uses my server. I wanna fucking cry…

Frozen, uncooked chicken has disappeared from HEB in San Antonio