cries in American deprivation

It’d be a stupid way to end up getting punched.

“What happened?”

“Well Doc, it started with a boring conversation…”

Don’t be Bashful! What’s the worst that could happen?

If I can’t escape the conversation at that point, I just see if I can work in all of the names of the seven dwarves to entertain myself.

“Just thinking about that makes me Sleepy…” etc.

They won’t notice if it’s done well and even if they do notice, what are they gonna do?

Good and bad can coexist in a worldview. Teach your kids that they should love their neighbors but your neighbors are all white and straight (-presenting), etc. They were terrible in aggregate in a lot of ways, but there was solid agreement that Nazis could go fuck themselves. If boomers wish their kids would listen to them more, maybe they should remember their own parents’ stances on fascism.

Row 2 would kick in the teeth of Row 3 if they saw them voting for fascists like they keep doing.

Fuck Jeff Bezos. He’s a walking erectile dysfunction.

I used one a million years ago when I was a teenager and I hated it because it legit sounded like a lawnmower. Are they still so insanely loud?

Didn’t you read it? I lost my game boy games. And my Game Boy Micro. Rare shit.

Yes, but I, like many before me and many more to come, have played out the exact same classical tragedy:

Everyone: “Don’t stick your dick in crazy.”

Me: sticks dick in crazy

Chorus: “Woe be to our Hero, fallen to hubris, laid to waste! O! How defiant was he to the Gods and to the exhortations of his fellows! The sour reapings of his field of pride now taint his wine, a potted plant now lay shattered in his sink for some reason, and his Game boy Advance game collection now lay in the hands of the deceiver who hath no Game Boy, nor knowledge of their value, nor interest in gaming!”

🫶😘

I thought through it and I’d wager a stiff draught that it ought not be so rough, though as I’m taught, it’s nought to cough at that a sturdy, taut bough would snap under the weight of its idiosyncrasies.

I know it’s not wrong, but it would definitely give one away as a non-native speaker and come across very awkwardly.

English acting like it’s not a fucked up language where “the big, red, round, wrapped box” is fine but “the wrapped, round, red, big box” is wrong.

Lost wasn’t trying to be ridiculous, but got close. Damon Lindelof is a terrible writer who thinks “mystery” means “random unexplainable bullshit”.

David Lynch was doing it on purpose.

Didn’t you read it though? If you lure a bunch of pedophiles to the town, you can catch most of them.

My approach:

Get really comfortable, making sure nothing is off balance, applying unneeded pressure, or likely to lead to soreness later. Make sure it’s not too bright, too noisy, too warm or cold. Then from head to toe, take stock of your body state and relax every muscle. Let your shoulders sink, your hands open, neck loosen. Sink into the bed. Exhale and you should feel like a pile of noodles.

Then just listen to your own breathing. Don’t breathe deeply, just breathe comfortably. Listen to the sound. The goal is literally to bore yourself to sleep. If you catch yourself thinking, stop. Just go back to the breathing. Don’t count, manage, or time anything. Just relax and breathe, listening to the air moving.

Hopefully, the next step is to wake up.

It’s not presented like a meme. Comes across more like a deception.

Fuck MAGA but this is photoshopped as hell