Oh hell yeah.

I’m a big fan of “you paid us to remove your shit, you didn’t pay us, here’s your shit/equivalent of your shit back”

I mean, by then we had Ronald Reagan, so…

It’s always been a joke.

Wanted to go to a trade school for welding when I was a teenager. Mother said no, because “you’re going to college”

I kept asking for help figuring out college stuff, mother kept saying “I’ll help you tomorrow/next week when I have time” (she was technically a substitute teacher but usually worked 1 day/wk)

Graduation came and went and I had no money saved up, no colleges looked at beyond what my limited googling skills could come up with, and absolutely no help from my parents with anything.

Good news though, since my parents collectively made enough money, I didn’t qualify for financial aid of any kind! Did I say good news? I meant bad.

And of course my parents lived paycheck to paycheck and we got EBT or medicaid for most of my childhood.

Now instead of an education or a trade that’s in demand, I have depression and a shitty 15/hr job that is destroying my joints.

Ain’t life grand?

If he ever gloats about having a degree, I’ve had success with tossing back “in order for me to feel insulted, I would have to value your opinion”

Its made two relatives block me and my mother in law call several relatives to cry and moan about how evil and manipulative I am because when she responded with multiple gigantic run-on paragraph/sentences in a row, I hit her with “lol. I ain’t gonna read all that”

People who take pleasure in how much better they believe their lives or decisions are typically can’t stand it when someone else doesn’t fucking care

Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was “Oh no, not again.”

Why would he do anything to negatively impact his handler’s master? (I assume Put in doesn’t handle trump himself…)

Isn’t it Ionic?

Someone around my area keeps destroying about a dozen flock cameras, and a few have even got guards or security/trail cameras on them now after being replaced.

I congratulate whoever is doing this, and hope they never get caught.

Fuck surveillance states. Fuck flock in particular.

And the average person has (usually) no idea if what they’re being fed is even correct. But as long as it sounds correct to someone who has no idea…

Yes, but line go up fast enough?

It makes perfect sense when viewed from “the credit companies work with lenders to ensure your credit only rises if you’re constantly in more and more debt but still paying it like an obedient little wage slave”

I would agree if it weren’t painfully obvious the Russian elections that brought put in in weren’t heavily influenced by putin-run domestic terrorism and election fraud.

Wait, actually, it still is a good comparison.

Carry on.

8 comes close to me last night.

Snow starts at noon, by 130 we decide we should leave for the 3 hour drive home.

10pm, after 7ish hours of driving, 5 hours of darkness and 6 inches of snow, passing cars spinning off the road, carefully picking lines around accidents to avoid deep snow, assisting two drivers with a jump-start and a gallon of gasoline, and a very slow ascent up a steep hill while tires screaming to be replaced… We are home.

And that was after me not being able to sleep since 1130pm the night before due to insomnia.

It’s been a fun 36 hours.

Personally I’m a huge fan of bouncing a ball off a couple of sticks, but you like what you like, eh?

The completely masculine urge to be super feminine and wear pretty things and go out with girlfriends to try on new clothing and…

Totally cis tho

Well, you’re certainly correct in your assessment of the pun’s quality.

I’m not a fan of slant rhyme even when it’s close, so it’s even less effective on me I guess.

Thank you for the explanation, it now makes sense.

Nah, I think I’ll just continue to smoke and vape to an unhealthy degree in order to disassociate from the banal horrors of modern day. If I keep myself mildly baked and consuming a steady stream of star trek and Stargate, I’ll keep myself from having thoughts.

I actually did a report on this during a Vietnam era history class.

The assignment was to choose a Vietnam era piece of anti-war art, a song about war, or if we could make a convincing argument to the teacher it could be something tangentially related.

I chose this song, even ran the lyrics by the teacher beforehand, and halfway through the song he realized it’s got gasp bad words in it and tried to actively censor it, which I thought was pretty funny.

… Genuine question: what was the pun?

I have been considered an honorary dad due to my DadHumor, and I can’t find one.