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They are explicitly complaining that there are several users posting content they don’t enjoy.

Don’t you know the entire fediverse is supposed to be cultivated to PatFussy’s personal taste?

I love the way the smoke seems to be coming off of the top of it…

10/10 name! Are you a Name Rater?

Love that the blood is represented.

Period poops finally getting their horrible, horrible time to shine.

I’m a pokemon breeder. You never get to fight me because I’m always telling you whether there’s an egg or not, but if you got to see my perfect IV, perfect EV, perfect nature team, every single one is shiny.

And a side effect of all that needless effort is that I’m frickin loaded.

My appearance is the Alolan girls’ (braids, cowboy hat, overalls).

Need a better, less kinky name for me though.

Yes! Exactly! That guy is a prick!

I hope Davy is fulfilled and happy with his choice of career and he really needs to stop putting bread in The Piano Man’s Jar!

Yes. Exactly.

The thing is, the guy? The character of The Piano Man? He’s a fucking dick! He spends the entire song singing about every single person in this bar, boiling them down to one or two of their least desirable traits- which, by the way, he’s obviously been playing at this bar long enough to get to know all of them well enough to boil them down!- and then he sings about how great he is and how he’s the only joy in their miserable little lives!

I want to get the waitress who’s practicing politics, the men sharing a drink they call loneliness, the businessmen getting stoned, and we are gonna write a song called “The Piano Man is a Fucking Dick Who Thinks He’s Too Good to be Here!” Fuck that guy!

The song The Piano Man fucking sucks.

This is just The Game for kids.

I guess I’m a Boomer now.

“Coomer” shit isn’t funny. It’s always felt weirdly anti-man to me and I’m not even a man!

One thing I think people need to understand is that ‘Tex-Mex’ should not be considered a goddamned insult. Texas has a deep history with it’s relationship to Mexico, and Texas is fucking huge.

To put it in perspective, go look at a land size comparison of Texas and the entire UK. Texas is bigger. On it’s own.

So to expect it to not have it’s own culture and it’s own cuisine is stupid as hell. Now, if we want to discuss which we prefer… that’s a different conversation.

And to ask me if I want to live there? The answer is a resounding “hell no.”

Now we called them demotivationals because they were made in reaction to motivationals, which were all the rage in Shelbyville. And one demotivational was worth ten motivationals. ‘Gimme one for the ten,’ you’d say, and you would post your motivationals so the wizards of memes could photoshop them, or you might say “shop.” Which was the style at the time.

You could always tell a shop from some of the pixels, or from seeing quite a few shops in your time. Whichever was easier.

(I put way more effort into this than it called for.)

To add to this;

The first time I played SDV was right after the death of a family member. It provided me with an insane amount of comfort.

Every time I find myself loading it up I look at my life and realize I need the peace. It’s an insanely positive influence in my life.

I’m white. I have blue eyes. And when I was young, my hair was red. I was working retail, and this old lady said “Merry Christmas.”

Me: “Happy Holidays!”

Her: “It’s Merry Christmas. I know your boss doesn’t like it, but you should say it to me. So Merry Christmas.”

Me: “Are you Christian?”

Her: “Yes.”

Me: “Well, I’m not. So Happy Holidays.”

She got so stunned, like I’d slapped her. I was quite ready to get called in for being some kind of way with a customer but I guess she was too afraid of dealing with a heathen. Still, if you’ve ever worked retail, you’d know why this felt like a victory.

I’m going to be saying samosa under my breath like I’m correcting someone every time they say mimosa now. To notch humor. Made me laugh out loud.

Most of the English-speaking world has come to know the word “chai” as a specific blend of spices, rather than recognize the word “chai” as a translation of the word “tea.” Which means now, in several countries, “chai” means a blend of cardamom, cinnamon, clove, ginger, and allspice. Give or take some other herbs.

So if you go to a restaurant in the US, for example, and you ask for “tea,” you’ll get plain tea. If you ask for chai, you’ll get tea with those spices.

Sort of how “pumpkin spice” is a mix of cinnamon, ginger, cloves, allspice and nutmeg.

The thing about this is, you’re saying you have a small dick, but this is big dick energy for real.

Maybe someone needs to come up with a better name for it because it’s a very real phenomenon and most of us know exactly what it’s referring to.

I bake. I’m known for making birthday cakes for people.

I just made one November the 15th, and that night I was bombarded with “how much would you charge to bake one of these for-?”

Absolutely not. People are bastards. The instant my baking turns from “thoughtful gift” to something owed, I will be stuck with all the bullshit that entails. No thanks. Delicious, complex, mesmerizing bakes and absolutely zero strings attached thank you very much.

I know this sucks but I’m here to back up the OP’s reply to you. The main theme of the book is that it can’t be taught; you have to take out of it whatever you take out of it.

I refer to it on occasion even now, 15 years after I first read it. It’s a fantastic book like that, but it’s about the nature of everything.

You know what’s extra fun about this?

Those secretions bleach underwear. That’s right, my cute black panties are all inevitably doomed to have a white spot in the crotch over time!