Ever hear the term Satanic Panic?
Ever hear the term Satanic Panic?
I have GOT to find a way to use twat waffle. Maybe I’ll practice for a few months, repeat it in my head over and over with different intonations, rehearse my delivery in the shower or in quiet moments on the train. And when it is ready I will find the one perfect time and place to unleash it. It will be epic.
Holidays are coming up… It is gonna be a jolly twat waffle Christmas.
Well, I’m proud of you, Internet stranger.
It is sad how many “is just the latest” I read before I figured out what was going on.
I feel seen. Or insulted.
It was a test. You passed. Or failed. Your call.
Goulash is delicious. But, having the thought of goulash without actually getting to eat goulash would be a terrible way to go. Poor guy.
Small procedure involving a ball peen hammer and metal spike applied to the back of the eye socket we would recognize today as a lobotomy.
Maybe. I don’t know shit about it.
Pretty obscure term. Don’t beat yourself up.
Computing features dreamed up by the utterly deranged.
When I first read your comment about this scheme keeping money from artists I was skeptical. But, yup! It is right there on Spotify’s website:
We distribute the net revenue from Premium subscription fees and ads to rightsholders.
Now, granted a bunch of those “rightsholders” are likely big corporate record labels but your point stands. The little guy is getting screwed, too.
Though, adding to your final thought, I bet if it was only the little guy getting screwed and not the corpos I bet DOJ wouldn’t have cared.
Rewatching old Batman TAS and am surprised how many times I take the criminal’s side. Batman there just reinforcing the capitalist patriarchy. Turns out he’s not the hero we need.
4% margin of error, is my guess.
That was a fucking wild read.
Thanks for sharing, and sorry for all the pain. I hope you get to have all good things in your life.
First task on Monday morning… “Who is going to be pissed at me this week?” Go through and decline the least important meetings until I can get through my week without breaking the space-time continuum.
I used to do it Sunday night but decided fuck that - that’s my time.
Jesus fucking Christ. We’re all so broken.
Is there an app to meet dates like this?
I’ve always wanted to contribute to an open source project but by the time I get done with the grind of the work day I don’t have the mental energy to effectively work a second job competently.
Two biggest worries as a homeowner: water where it shouldn’t be and no water where it should be.
I’m with the customer on this one. Soft drinks only stay good so long so having them in a larger container works against you. Also, having a larger container means needing more space to store it, and it is heavier and more unwieldy to carry. For some that extra litre of cola might be more like a white elephant than a boon.
You are my spirit animal.