You spin a wheel and they ship you free meat. I couldn’t disagree with you more. I recommend anyone try it out. I don’t know why it exists, but my freezer is stocked.

I sit with one foot on the floor and the other foot (leg bent out to the side) beneath my opposing knee. I think this may have contributed largely to the miniscal tear I had to get surgery on two years back.

Used to love losing power during ice storms as a kid. Sure, I couldn’t play Bassin’s Black Bass on SNES, but my dad would stoke the fireplace and light up the extremely dangerous kerosine heater that smelled fucking awesome. Then we would chill with my mom on the couch and read Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.

That kerosine heater never did blow the family up…

Always Sunny, “The Gang Hits the Road”.

The entire episode is just them driving around Philly with the intention of going elsewhere, but the plan gets derailed in typical gang fashion when they wind up just switching seats over and over (both in and out of the U-Haul) until they end up back where they started, and with zero interest in continuing the original plan.

It’s an absolute travesty that they threw away nearly every character’s arc in the final season and robbed them of their big moments, purely to subvert expectations. These arcs were predictable because that’s where their stories were fucking heading. But noOoOoo…

Jaime is probably the show’s finest example of an eight-season arc thrown directly into the trash at the last moment. What was even the point?

This man stalks.

Echo detector. Piece of shit only picks up the weakest artifacts.

That’s honestly pretty bog-standard. That’s a term I learned on here a few days ago.

Me attempting to take the time to read twenty poorly formatted articles per day, broken up into fourteen paragraphs each and seperated by what I assume are intended to be hundreds of intrusive ads and completely diverging from what the headline baited me into thinking this ad (er… article…) was about in the first place:

3 or 4 days. Abuse of stimulants. Not sure my body could handle that in my late thirties.

It can, but it comes out more like “ROOVE ARONG RITIZEN!”

I would like to, but four-year-olds aren’t exactly sanitary and there isn’t much I could put her to work on that doesn’t involve contact with fresh produce, so I’ll probably never have the chance.

I dislike it as well, but not as much as Depth of Field.

That’s exactly what drove me into seeking out Lemmy instead. I hopped on Mastodon and it made me feel like I was being coralled into following some niche hobby forum exclusively, and I wasn’t into that. It didn’t explain that the instance itself was largely irrelevant and that the rest of the platform would open up to me after choosing one.

Lemmy still had a learning curve, but having experience with reddit I was able to pick it up easily enough.

Best I had was a Nova Scotia lobster roll with fries cooked in truffle oil. Also way too much wine.

Whenever I poop I try to say the word “poop” with my butthole. It always makes the perfect poop. Not a lot of people know that.

Every article lately using the word “quietly” in the headline to drive clicks, to trick the user into thinking they’re getting in on some controversial secret. It’s the new “slammed”.

This was a pet peeve of mine when I used to work customer service. The biggest douchebags were always middle-aged men with sunglasses on.

Some of the tax firms my wife has worked for have hosted extravagant Christmas parties in mountain-top restaurants in Banff and the like. We get to pretend we’re fancy people and order the most expensive menu items for a night.

My family rescued a huge fluffy chow back in the '90s who promptly tried to bite my heart out of my chest. I still have the circular scar and it feels super good to scratch at. Dog was put down, obviously.