STALKER. I’d be miserable, but I spend so much time in the Zone already.

Or maybe Stardew Valley if I want to be happy.

They’re all orange down here, Georgie…

Macho Pillow. It’s a big dick bicep shaped pillow for strong, conservative men. Nothing sexual.

I have no idea, honestly. I don’t pay attention or mingle between them.

I spent thirty years in the States and seven years now in Canada. I can say with absolutely certainty that the US system is fucked. I’ve never paid a dime in Canada.

I was playing some crappy F2P MMO (Perfect World, maybe?) and I made a warrior of some werewolf race. Just played with random wolf-related combinations and settled on this. Quit after two days and the username carried on for probably 15 years now.

I don’t even really know all that much about Stalin. I just pulled it out of my ass.

Obligatory WKUK “bzz-bzz-bzz” response video.

https://youtu.be/wexEeqDKCIc

I don’t even watch Star Trek, and these memes remain one of my all-time favorites to see throughout Lemmy. They’re just delightful.

If I reincarnate into a lesser/smaller form, I hope it’s an owl like fifty times in a row. Just chilling up all night in a tree, taking in the spooks but also being the spooks. Hoot mysteriously in the night as you feel safe and wise in the twilight boughs, observing the night pass by in the forest below. What a life.

Same. This eyeballing of Canada has me a little stressed out that my life will go back to being absolute shit and I won’t have healthcare or be happy.

Moving to another country helped to remedy this. I highly recommend it. It still won’t stop your hopeless mother-in-law from constantly dropping hints that she’s having technical problems on PC or Android whenever you’re around, just to find out 100% of the time that it’s always something beyond your ability to help (ie: the Girl Guides website is absolute cancer, her printer software appears to be the womb from which all malware is produced, or she requires administrative support on six different levels after somehow locking herself out of her account, her business email on outlook, her personal email, her recovery email, and some weird matrix of temporary guiding logins/passwords that she swears were properly written down (or are an old printed email containing a long, convoluted link that has long since expired), and you’re honestly just impressed that a person could get themselves this deep in a hole).

Guess my boy’s been bouncin’ on it too hard.

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He’s a bucky little fuck with dead eyes and a forced smile who practices philanthropy for clout, but up until recently you couldn’t criticize him because of the philanthropy – even when pointing out that said philanthropy is weird and immoral when it’s only being done for fame and self-promotion. Due to this paradox, he had everyone in a sort of stalemate. Fortunately, a lot has since come out about him being a sociopathic piece of human shit, so now we can kick him while he’s down.

My mom and her siblings shared a wealth of disturbing/paranormal stories with us growing up, many of which were retold and/or corroborated by the others or extended family seperately. I grew up terrified of the dark as a result, as most kids are told that ghosts and monsters aren’t real. I still believe they saw many of the things that they spoke of, but I didn’t need to know about it. Not then.

You spin a wheel and they ship you free meat. I couldn’t disagree with you more. I recommend anyone try it out. I don’t know why it exists, but my freezer is stocked.

Used to love losing power during ice storms as a kid. Sure, I couldn’t play Bassin’s Black Bass on SNES, but my dad would stoke the fireplace and light up the extremely dangerous kerosine heater that smelled fucking awesome. Then we would chill with my mom on the couch and read Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.

That kerosine heater never did blow the family up…

You make some really good points. Alright, Luigi. Have at him.

WRONG BIG GUY, LUIGI!