Franklin

If this isn’t a troll may I suggest taking a critical reasoning course or two?

https://youtu.be/1uG6grzdUf8

my house used to be rented out and got the “landlord special” regularly.

i was sanding the walls to prepare for a coat of paint and i found a baseball sized hole they had just put painters tape over and proceeded to paint over the tape.

that is impressive laziness. it takes almost no effort, time or money to plaster. especially when you’re already painting

gog is low-key so essential, not just because it’s DRM free but because Gaben won’t live forever and who knows what happens to steam after he’s gone.

here it fucking comes, if you thought it was enshitified you haven’t seen anything yet!

i have this handy applicator that lets you skip that step, point and click, hk makes it.

the issue with our current system is that it requires those with the power to cede some of the tools that help them in power in order to fix it

it’s already doing that, in order to meet them in the middle we’d have to believe they were doing it in good faith which they aren’t

i agree completely, i thank my parents often for teaching me to identify with my emotions because it saved me a lot of trouble dodging toxic masculinity

Gamer’s Nexus does an excellent hardware news segments

TechAltar does a great segment on Fridays called the Friday Checkout

I’m a dude but i generally don’t like traditionally masculine things or hyper masculine people but I’ve never felt discontented with being a male.

not that there’s anything wrong if you do. just doing some self examination.

shakes treat bag

opens tin can

This was me with Linus Tech Tips, it’s just not the content i subscribed for all those years ago.

but crime is rad

I’m so sorry, text of the original Reddit post below.

My family poops big. Maybe it’s genetic, maybe it’s our diet, but everyone births giant logs of crap. If anyone has laid a mega-poop, you know that sometimes it won’t flush. It lays across the hole in the bottom of the bowl and the vortex of draining water merely gives it a spin as it mocks you. Growing up, this was a common enough occurrence that our family had a poop knife. It was an old rusty kitchen knife that hung on a nail in the laundry room, only to be used for that purpose. It was normal to walk through the hallway and have someone call out “hey, can you get me the poop knife”? I thought it was standard kit. You have your plunger, your toilet brush, and your poop knife. Fast forward to 22. It’s been a day or two between poops and I’m over at my friend’s house. My friend was the local dealer and always had ‘guests’ over, because you can’t buy weed without sitting on your ass and sampling it for an hour. I excuse myself and lay a gigantic turd. I look down and see that it’s a sideways one, so I crack the door and call out for my friend. He arrives and I ask him for his poop knife. “My what?” Your poop knife, I say. I need to use it. Please. “Wtf is a poop knife?” Obviously he has one, but maybe he calls it by a more delicate name. A fecal cleaver? A Dung divider? A guano glaive? I explain what it is I want and why I want it. He starts giggling. Then laughing. Then lots of people start laughing. It turns out, the music stopped and everyone heard my pleas through the door. It also turns out that none of them had poop knives, it was just my fucked up family with their fucked up bowels. FML. I told this to my wife last night, who was amused and horrified at the same time. It turns out that she did not know what a poop knife was and had been using the old rusty knife hanging in the utility closet as a basic utility knife. Thankfully she didn’t cook with it, but used it to open Amazon boxes. She will be getting her own utility knife now.

[Edit: Common question - Why was this not in the bathroom instead of the laundry room? Answer. We only had one poop knife, and the laundry room was central to all three bathrooms. I have no idea why we didn't have three poop knives. All I know is that we didn't. We had the one. Possibly because my father was notoriously cheap about the weirdest things. So yes, we shared our poop knife.]

tolerance is a contact