Somebody gonna tell her that she’s famous AF on Lemmy? 🙇🏽‍♂️🔥

The Pot Brothers, attorneys at law have a better message.

I usually go with “ADHD + THC makes me a fuckin’ X-Man of facts”, and I’m leveraging that power toward a career focusing on it. ✊🏽

Instructions unclear. Dick stuck in sisterwife.

Does it rhyme with “missing bolts”?

Don’t call me Regular.

Oh, an ad for cosmetic surgeons? How quaint.

Sorry. Menu.

Yeah… It’s genuinely sad. 🤷🏽‍♂️😅

Bruh, there’s no brand whoring from me here. We’re all products. Simmer. Bruh.

The strawberry blonde wins, no contest, but I see the allure.

The irony of using Apple products, thinking “Private” means “private”.

Also, Witcher has some heart-punch right-in-the-feels moments in side quests, FFS. 😶 Even when you’re purposely avoiding what you know is gonna be an emotional wringer in a prominent quest line, they cut ya while you’re wandering around? Genius. Damn. 🤌🏾🙇🏽‍♂️

My katana can’t even cut onions, but these aren’t tears. You’re crying.

Fuck, really? Fishing? Christ on a scooter, WTF.

Now, that’s clever. 🤪

Warframe has always been Barbie for mech weeboos. 🤌🏽

Nope, too much piss. Also, “peed while in the bathtub together” is a bit too far, and that’s not even including possible eye contact. To illustrate: what simple thing makes eating a banana in public creepy/hot? Eye contact. You do you, but stay outta my tub.

Good tip, though the water:piss ratio still stands.

Similar to the water:piss ratio regarding (US?) swimming pools, insofar as the knowledge that the “nostalgic” smell of swimming pools is not the comforting presence of chlorine so many believe it to be, and is in fact the confirmation of a volume of piss in the water that is rapidly nearing the extent of said chlorine’s capacity to neutralize (sapped also by ceaseless sunshine & innumerable contaminants hitching rides on patrons’ oblivious meatsacs).

In short: if you smell “pool”, someone(s) have pissed in it. A lot.

Morphological dialectic momentum*