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I was was wondering what I’d look like with a sick tat on my face. And behold, the DNA and AI winning combination knew it, before I ever got it.

I’d fight the shit out of you but I am afraid you are just too well hydrated and I stand no chance.

Yeah ladies, it’s like the late gestation of the kiwi when making an egg. Yeah, pretty hot. I know.

It’s like that.

points to groin

/s

After having an exploratory done after getting stabbed, I started sitting all the time because since then, every time I pee standing up it’s uncomfortable and get piss shivers. When they pull everything out, it never goes back quite the same and I guess this is part of the “Well you’re doing this now” part of the rest of my life.

The piss shivers are messy at a bowl and really fucking awkward when at a urinal.

I am sure this could be, or have been, fixed with a procedure, or some form of treatment/phsyo, but it took no time at all to realize pitting (pee AND sitting lol) is just better, and didn’t really think or go back to the old ways and practices of expelling my liquid waste.

Won’t lie, for a short period I had a Sony mini disk set up and I don’t think I can ever appreciate other modern physical mediums of music as much.

And I can’t explain why other than personal biast reasons, either.

Whenever they enter a room, do you warn people to brace themselves?

Because winter’s coming?

I have a forgettable joke, but can’t remember it.

As a local moron, it looks like something people like myself, or, myself, would think would be cool to try and catch.

Pro: Population Control and Mobile Darwin Award ballot box.

Suddenly Christmas at Granny’s.

On other sites, I’ve been corrected. And I’ve been corrected a bunch of times here, too.

The difference being here I learned something and it’s cool…

and say over at reddit being corrected on something that you’re not only correct about, but called an asshole for it as well.

It’s been a really nice change of pace. Thank you, inhabitants of Lemmy.

Unless it’s windows… never admit you’re a windows user… ever… /s

Growing up weird and poor in a very conservative and arrogant part of the prairies, I was bullied relentlessly. The teachers never did anything unless it was me fighting back, to which it was suspension and I was a bad kid.

As high school came along, I grew more and more violent to the point I wasn’t a loser or a tough guy, but a snap case. The other kids thought I was edgy, the parents thought I was bound for prison, and the teachers probably had a beer when I dropped out.

My mom didn’t know what to do. And this was in a time where if your kid was in therapy, it’s was your failure as a parent. Combined with my disgust at the idea that I was what was broken, it was off the table. It wasn’t until I was in my twenties that I went for psychological help.

By then, I was so suicidal and gone that I wouldn’t be near ok until my late thirties. In my mid forties now, I look back and see myself as the potential shooter. I’m holding back my emotions right now, thinking of it. Fortunately, there were no guns at my disposal back, back then is how I feel looking back. I don’t know if I’d be able to hurt anyone like that, but I’d fuck myself up.

I lay a lot of blame on a system that allowed it to happen. In a community where open racism and homophobic views were the norm at the time, teachers were as judgmental as the students in some situations. Now maybe if I were white, it’d be easier, but even the broke white kids didn’t get any breaks. Especially from the teachers.

Look at me go, a meme has me fucked up thinking back and dumping online. But yeah, there it is.

I’d like to close by saying the town I grew up in is a far different place now. I’ve moved back and feel good here. I see teachers and bullies who don’t make eye contact, will not recognize me at all (which is my favorite) and the occasional happy to see you moments. I don’t communicate well in public these days, so it makes it ultra awkward, much like being in high school, talking to students you barely know.

Fill your mouth with Orville’s finest buttery hot seed.

It was the door to a barbie dream house, and no I don’t have pics, it’s embarrassing enough already.

So, you’re saying if I’m in a hurry to get out of here, Canada bad, Indonesia good?

I mean, it is as close to 69 as you’re gonna get without going over.

Multiple Personalities.

When you say you wanna see other people, they already are other people!

Ahhh yes, Iran Alberta, Canada.

Go for the food, stay for the bread festivals. It’s when we sing the score from Fiddler on the roof and sacrifice a bear in the name of our sponsors, Phil’s pork 'n beans.

Good Ol’ Iran, Alberta. Fuckin’ love that place. Go there, you tell Jimmy, Bill from Ottawa says hello!

I was a big fan of G.G. Allin, so it’s hard to pin point just a single moment, but we’ll let google and your imaginations take you there. It’s pretty trippy.

When I was super young and listening to ace of bass i learned one of the members was also a white supremacist.

Lead singer of L7 whipped her used tampon at an asshole like a fucking champ.

my youngest brother had a lazy stick. It was a broom handle and a ruler taped together with a couple of chop sticks mixed in to help hold the two together. To avoid getting out of bed, he fashioned this up to turn off the lights in his room. Inspired by Homers broom in the episode of the Simpsons where he gains a ton of weight to go on disability.

This stick did the trick and even could turn the tv on and off.

Twenty years later, my brother is currently on a diet and losing a lot of weight. All the weight is post stick and much later in life, but we have a laugh about it every now and again.

Adult with free time and a good PC: I AM THE FUCKING KRAKKEN PREPARE THESE PIPES FOR C.O.D AND HD PORN

I’ve never felt so imaginary jacked in my life. Like, multi jacked if you think about it. And I’m really Goro from Mortal Mombat, so that helps the jacked multiplier…