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2024-01-31 05:42:34

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@npub1kce…nezs @npub1l80…2npf @npub1lah…jfnx @npub1nst…4grm @npub1zqm…j4kk I did a donut in the parking lot where my stepson works. Except I drive a Plymouth Neon, so it was more like driving in a circle really fast because you can't peel out or anything in a Plymouth Neon. My stepson enjoyed it though

2024-01-27 03:54:14

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@npub1kce…nezs @npub1730…swsu @npub1l80…2npf @npub13v6…hy07 I read manga. But I really REALLY have a lot of spare time on my hands

2024-01-27 02:45:28

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@npub1kce…nezs @npub1730…swsu @npub1yqa…n4ev @npub1l80…2npf @npub13v6…hy07 I want her to wrestle my wife. Submission wrestling, 3 rounds.

2024-01-26 21:51:32

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@npub16e8…dsce @npub1qh2…ugqs @npub104t…xphj I love salty

2024-01-25 11:08:47

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@npub16q0…6zn2 one time I was really high and it was very late at night when I went out to have a smoke. The cat was out there eating food out of her bowl really weirdly, picking up each piece with her hands and turning it around a few times before eating it. Then I thought I must be dreaming because I realized that cats don't have hands. But then it ran away and I realized it was a raccoon that came in through the cat door for a little snack

2024-01-25 09:52:16

My vape pen is empty

2024-01-24 00:41:30

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@npub18me…xtr3 who's talking about islamists, I was talking about your personal preferences for imagining all those sad raped children

2024-01-15 10:15:35

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@npub1scj…el3p that's corporate work for ya too. You're just a number to them they dgaf about you. This person should have seen it coming if there's been ongoing layoffs over the last 6 months. Tech people got too comfortable, thought their specialized knowledge was irreplaceable. In the corporate world, nobody is irreplaceable. And chatgpt git the copy writers and the code writers in one fell swoop.
Almost every writer in the world is now obsolete. Every little job that struggling authors wrote to get by, the review columns, the catalogue copy, the travelogue pieces, the real estate news-all that's going to be done by ai now.
The code writers are next. They'll keep the top 5% of coders maybe, to do debugging and check the ai's coding work, but the rest of the tech people are gonna be out of a job.
So they'll all go work fast food because that can pay like, $20 an hour in some places, right? Then the salaries will get too be too much, and they'll replace everybody with the Burger-Matic 5000 and there will be employee-free touchless McDonald's and very high unemployment.

2024-01-15 10:03:22

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@npub1aw2…70dd @npub1yth…rcsr @npub13wh…wvah I wish I could. I wanted to watch it really bad because in the dream we were trapped in there for years, nothing to do but fuck, eat, sleep, and work out. Nobody was allowed Outside, and if you went Outside you could never come back.
But i got too excited about the tape and I woke up. And there was more than one tape, some of the others had my wife on the cover, and some had just almost unidentifiable body parts. The series had a name that was on all the tape covers and for the life of me, I can't remember it.

2024-01-15 09:56:53

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@npub1aw2…70dd @npub13wh…wvah @npub1yth…rcsr I had a dream last night that my wife and I were young and hot again and our house was full of high definition cameras. It was like the Truman Show and we were imprisoned there. The security guards were taping us having sex, doing some editing, and selling the sex tapes on the Outside. Finally my wife and I escaped the house, escaped the city, and made it to the Outside. We came up to a convenience store and our sex tape was on sale there and there was a screen grab of my O-face on the cover. But then I fucked up and started scrutinizing the packaging too much and I overloaded the RAM in my brain so I woke up. I liked that dream.

2024-01-15 06:50:42

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@npub16e8…dsce oic
I'm not really new here, but I've been logged out for like a week. Missed the whole meltdown thing. Ugh, block lists, didn't know that NAS users were so fond of them. I assumed most of them could see me.

2024-01-15 06:43:10

Hi I'm new here what happened what is noauth.social, i-m high

2024-01-06 23:17:02

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@npub1d4h…2ta7 @npub1ta6…x2yv @npub1xru…n84u @npub12ww…xs0u that's a nice card

2024-01-06 04:32:29

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@npub1uhq…v4m8 yeah it's both. Icing it is helping. When I took a shower this morning, the hot water felt good, so I thought more would help, and the wife bought me the footbath...her footbath now lol

2024-01-06 03:47:29

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@npub1uhq…v4m8 I already get cortisone shots, had a couple epidurals, seen a neurologist, been fitted with a leg brace that isn't ready yet, in high quality pain management. It's super-frustrating that all they seem to do is give me more and more drugs and it takes a month for a simple blood test. Since they aren't helping me, not quickly anyway, I gotta do whatever I can to help myself

2024-01-06 03:33:27

I made a horrible mistake. My foot was hurting so I got out the footbath my wife got me for Christmas and now my foot and ankle is HUGE FML

2024-01-05 23:20:47

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@npub1kce…nezs @npub1s6c…eftm @npub10pz…sw7a @npub1zxx…u452 @npub18k3…upyq oh OK. For some reason thought you were blowing up people.
I thought they used drills for oil. I used to be a landsman.

2024-01-05 22:37:36

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@npub1kce…nezs @npub1s6c…eftm @npub10pz…sw7a @npub1zxx…u452 @npub18k3…upyq cool af. Who were you blowing up

2024-01-05 08:31:36

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@npub1xan…jlvy is that why cats always lay...on my heart...;_;

2024-01-04 20:48:28

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@npub1gl8…q5y9 more spice on the burger, especially black pepper. I like Steakhouse seasoning and enough pepper to make the patty black, delicious every time.

2024-01-03 16:10:46

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@npub18me…xtr3 children have to be taught to study. If they aren't taught "indoor voice" and "outdoor voice," they just scream constantly. If they aren't taught to stfu when the adults are talking, they'll scream every time the grownups have a serious conversation because they find the subject boring, want attention, and feel left out. Example:
Adult 1: seems like there's a big anthill in the yard under the kitchen window. Should we...
Child: SCREECH!!!
ADULT 1: Try some...
Child: REEEEE!!!
ADULT 1:...Raid, or..
CHILD OWEAOHAHOA!!!
ADULT 1: (SLAPS THE FUCK OYT OF CHILD. CHILD RUNS AWAY CRYING) ...should we try drowning the ants nest with the hose first,
ADULT 2: I think we should go for the Raid and just skip the hose part. Also, why did you slap my precious child who never needs discipline because they're incapable of doing wrong?
And the worst part is that the child will only learn to shut up when ADULT 1 is talking, and will continue to screech for attention while ADULT 2 is talking to any other adult except ADULT 1

2024-01-03 03:07:14

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@npub1k0h…xygc @npub1wfv…yfp8 @npub1msm…0dqu blacks had a 100% better lifestyle before the Civil Rights Act. They neither had to tolerate, nor compete with, whites in their own neighborhoods. They went to church and had a tradition of working hard and staying together in family units. Not like now.

2024-01-03 01:34:26

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@npub1msm…0dqu oh its way too fucking late for that. Colorblind wasn't good enough for them, they called us racist for it, so now we KNOW what they really think. Fuck that, i'm a racist now, just like they said. Pull the tail, get the tiger's claws

2024-01-03 00:48:53

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@npub106n…vfwa how dare the US say that, when clearly al-Arouri spontaneously combusted, the nerve of those guys

2024-01-02 00:49:49

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@npub1x6h…c3yv @npub1et4…a68x @npub1j5l…wxv4 the belly says "Pet me" but the eyes say "TRY ME, BITCH"

2024-01-02 00:10:39

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@npub13xw…eguw the little baby ine, "Give me a bite, mama," so cute. Can't help but imagine what would happen if it was my arm instead of a pumpkin though

2024-01-01 23:15:24

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@npub1vpp…0kyk bbq sauce and pineapple chunks?

2024-01-01 03:43:31

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@npub1x6h…c3yv @npub1hna…nden @npub1s8a…m3zg you can be a honorary Troon if you want. All you have to do is invest in Lisa Frank stickers.

2023-12-30 22:32:12

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@npub1uhq…v4m8 Stairs are bullshit, they're only good for fire escapes imho

2023-12-30 22:29:43

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@npub1uhq…v4m8 yeah I get steroids, but the physical therapy isn't working out. The doctors are working on getting me in-home PT, but so far none of the companies are willing to do it because I'm under 80, they think I should go to outcall PT. My wife only has two consecutive days a week off to drive me places, so I need that in-home help.
I'm doing better on the stairs. I don't panic and end up all puffed out before I get there. But I'm too scared to do it without wearing a gait belt and having my wife spot me.
As soon as I'm back on my feet, we are MOVING, fuck this apartment. Don't care if it's cheap.

2023-12-30 21:53:52

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@npub1scj…el3p @npub1msm…0dqu @npub1wft…4ehx @npub1zs6…2mkr the joint chiefs just tell Biden "It's already done, and we're WINNING, Big Guy!" and Biden is too senescent to check.

2023-12-30 20:10:26

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@npub1jm4…83x3 do you have any pictures of Bruce perchance?
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2023-12-30 02:09:43

In the kitchen, making my wife a sammich
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2023-12-30 00:19:08

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@npub1y6c…27jj @npub1qvg…kwv0 @npub18k3…upyq @npub1nfn…y907 what is the world coming to when a girl can't even comsent to being raped any more

2023-12-29 13:26:59

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@npub1v62…6c55 JFC. In the US, they fly the lgbtqia++wtfbbq flags beneath the US flag, but they don't remove the stars and stripes. They remove the MIA Veterans flags instead :mad:

2023-12-29 13:22:14

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@npub1v62…6c55 np there are too many Canadian flags to worry about. There's one on every government building and school, for God's sake! How will they ever manage to fight crime with this plague of Canadian flags all around!!! :oh_no:

2023-12-29 10:13:33

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@npub17ck…8txk what a surprise:/ I keep telling people who are buying those gold-backed 401k's, "You don't own any gold unless you're holding it in your hand".
Most likely there NEVER WAS any gold. Bankers are selling gold that doesn't even exist and running up prices into a big bubble that's about to pop. I also think some of the gold commemorative coins are a lower gold content than advertised, because who is going to scratch a pretty commemorative coin and lower the value to find out. They just believe.

2023-12-29 10:07:27

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@npub1w5p…7gzp @npub14w3…9vjx this was a life-changing video for me personally. James Randi on Astrology:
https://youtu.be/3Dp2Zqk8vHw?si=XDOMuGJkw7i8ooyr

2023-12-29 09:02:22

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@npub1cvy…2gx9 @npub1khq…6n2t @npub1f7t…3yrk @npub1lyr…pjx6 my wife has a black-belt in karate and judo, and a blue belt in jiu-jitsu. She can kick a guy's ass before I can get out of my chair. She can do nunchuks and some other ancient weapons, like those hand-held trident things (can't remember what they're called, but we have a pair in storage). She can arm-bar you in a trice, and there's this thing she can do to your hand that hurts horribly even when she's just demonstrating it, can't imagine how bad it would hurt if she meant it. She could knock me down and hold my face down on the carpet and make me call her Mommy if she wanted to. There is more than one reason why I'm very, very nice to my wife.

2023-12-28 20:27:37

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@npub1khq…6n2t the same complete strangers who made a scene in the grocery store because your poorly-fitting mass-produced mask slipped down over your nose...
The first time I put on a mask I knew they didn't work. My glasses instantly fogged up. So how is this goddamned mask doing anything if the condensation from my breath is now covering my glasses, making it impossible for me to see. Fucking germs all over my glasses, how is this helping.
I used the same mask for the entire time, washed it maybe twice, because I fucking knew they didn't work. And nobody better try and tell me "well, the N95 masks worked, you just had the wrong mask" all smugly, because the same fucking thing happened with N95 masks, except with the bonus of ripping out big chunks of my hair. FUCK these people, no amnesty no forgiveness.

2023-12-28 11:03:53

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@npub1vpp…0kyk
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2023-12-28 10:51:24

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@npub1kce…nezs @npub1lar…q5vr @npub126n…y4cy JONNY

2023-12-28 07:49:23

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@npub12e2…56j9 @npub1aw2…70dd I just found that out recently. His overwhelming obesity actually hides all the signs of his trans status, such as his Adam's apple, strong jaw, or princess stick bulge, so he actually passes quite well. Not as a woman anyone would want to have sex with, but as an incredibly ugly woman. Never occurred to me that Gorlock was even a man until it came out in social media.

2023-12-28 07:27:56

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@npub1aw2…70dd women don't understand men at all. The unreasonable beauty standards are for the "marry" category of women. The "fuck anything that moves" girls are the easy ones who don't put any demands on men and will do friends with benefits. And the "kill" category is for the real uggos like Gorlock the Destroyer. It's actually really simple.
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2023-12-27 15:26:13

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@npub1v62…6c55 when I was five, ny parents and I moved to Texas. I had never seen roaches before, but everything is bigger in Texas. We had a bayou on the edge of our back yard, so EVERYBODY I'm the neighborhood had roaches, and everybody had a monthly standing appointment with the exterminator to keep the filthy beasts at bay.
EXCEPT..
The house my parents had bought had stood vacant for several months. And, the previous owner, being a cheap bastard, had cancelled the extermination service a few months before he moved out. Why the realtor had not dealt with this problem is a mystery to me, except the house WAS marketed as a "fixer-upper".
Anyway, it was the first time I'd had my own room. Being five, and in a new home, I woke up and got scared because I didn't know where I was. I heard low voices and saw light coming from down the hall, so I ventured out towards the safety of my parents' loving arms.
Halfway down the hall, I stepped on a roach in the dark with my bare foot. Now, you can imagine how many roaches there had to be, for a tiny child's tiny foot to randomly find one in the dark. I was light enough that stepping on the roach didn't even kill it. I csn remember it so vividly, how it squirmed beneath my right foot, trying to escape. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was bad; I SCREAMED like the furies were after me, and launched myself into my parents' room, gibberish in terror.
After that, I'd find roaches everywhere. I'd open a drawer to get a spoon and they'd skitter away---and I had to EAT with that spoon. I'd grab a towel to dry myself off, and a big grandaddy roach would drop out of it---and I had to dry my tiny precious naked body with that towel. They were always on the periphery, waiting to pounce, even after multiple visits from the exterminator. I remember the bug poison had a bubblegum scent, but Mom always opened up all the windiws and made us wait outside for an hour after the exterminator left, and the scent was gone.
I have many lovely, vivid memories of Texas. My brother, riding his bike through a puddle during a rainstorm, and silhouetted by a huge lightning strike. Millions of tiny, brilliantly green frogs crowding into our garage and singing their songs during a flood. Watching a fireplace log rocket by in the street outside our house during the same flood. Golden koi fish, bright as jewels, swimming in the pond in our back yard once my dad cleaned it out, and being allowed to swim in the pond with them. My brother running over a diamondback snake with his bike, screaming "HAAIIIYAAA" and thereby saving our dog (and myself!). Learning to fish on a lazy day with my mother in the bayou behind our house with a cane pole, and catching my first fish, a catfish. But all that pales in comparison to my most lasting impression, a horrid wriggling and squirming beneath a tiny foot. TO THIS DAY, I don't like having my feet touched, nor do I like touching the feet of others. And I have a tremendous horror and fear of roaches, even though I know they can't hurt me. I could never, ever, just casually swipe them away like this lady does. The horror . The horror.
One night, there was a terrible scream, and many great crashes and thumps. Turns out, some breeds of roaches CAN FLY. AND DO. A whopping great roach had flown straight at my father's face, bypassed his windmilling arms, and landed on his bare back. The crashing was him running around the room, screaming "GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF", while my mother chased him around, beating at this giant roach with a rolled up newspaper. Silly woman, you can't kill a Texas roach that way!!! That only makes them mad.
After that, my dad applied for a transfer from his job, and got it, and we were packed up and on the road for Virginia within a month. Fortunately it was winter, and we had a basement in our new home. My mom had the movers put all the boxes in the basement and nuked them with bug bombs for three days, and they spent three cold and snowy nights down there without any heat while we stayed in a hotel. None of the roaches survived the trip to Virginia, although several had tried---we found a few hitchers in the boxes, flat and dead, more likely from the cold rather than the poison---they were mostly immune to that. Anyway, that is why I hate hate HATE fucking roaches.

2023-12-27 02:18:07

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@npub1jj5…3am4 holy cow that looks good

2023-12-25 22:29:42

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@npub1yck…ujmw buy a 3 month supply of popcorn, you're gonna need it

2023-12-25 11:13:14

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@npub1aw2…70dd @npub1vpp…0kyk @npub108z…dkr5 @npub1ch8…sw60 oh, I like Opeth, remember having something of theirs on a playlist a while back, something about a tree. Somebody else has to save all the links and referrals in this Christmas metal thread, I already have custody of the Alternative Artist Christmas Music and Not Quite Christmas Music playlist.

2023-12-25 09:11:11

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@npub1vpp…0kyk @npub108z…dkr5 @npub1yge…39tk is maybe a little on the punk side ok?
https://youtu.be/X8SqQFAQgPU?si=KMCysxyAehuHsyOk
Merry Christmas Gabagool

2023-12-25 08:46:27

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@npub1yge…39tk @npub1vpp…0kyk *squidward slides down your chimney wearing a sporran*

2023-12-25 03:57:10

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@npub1jm4…83x3 should I make popcorn or just use the popcorn bowl as a barf bucket

2023-12-25 03:29:52

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@npub1jm4…83x3 oh fml
Isn't watch until later when my wife goes to work, it looks TERRIBLE (by which I mean GLORIOUS)

2023-12-24 11:07:58

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@npub1rmn…4lk2 @npub1aw2…70dd @npub127x…pfvn yeah, you gotta watch it. The special effects are hilariously bad now, but there are so many things that are great about this movie, especially the costumes, you can't miss it. Sting was awesome in it.

2023-12-23 07:19:11

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@npub1yge…39tk she's OK. Been flossing her colon daily, decorating her Christmas cookies with Xanax and ativan

2023-12-22 22:14:38

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@npub1uh7…ce87 that sounds terrific, I'd be delighted to get home made bread and jam. It would probably be the best gift of the year for me.

2023-12-22 21:17:46

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@npub1qyd…879h instead of imprisoning him, the dept of homeland security should recruit him. What a waste. Hacking from a FIRESTICK. JFC, this kid is a national treasure if they can just get him on our side.
Maybe they'll keep him in the hoosegow for a year or two, fill him full of meds, wait until people forget about him, and quietly come back at him with an offer he can't refuse. Of course, filling him full of meds is likely to dampen his edge.
Either way, he's gonna spend his life as a zoo animal, under constant observation in one facility or another. At least if he works for the government, he'll get unlimited tendies and Mountain Dew :(

2023-12-22 19:01:41

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@npub14w3…9vjx @npub1sp8…r6qm @npub1jl6…nrve I got the flu right now. No flu jabs for me though. For one thing, I already have it, so I'll have immunity until next year, and for another, the medical community has so discredited themselves regarding vaccines, I no longer trust them to not sneak something a little extra in there.
I used to get flu jabs, but I still would get the flu, so I tasked the doctor I had at the time about it. Strike one is he huffed irritable and rolled his eyes at the question, and that's a bad start; doctors should be willing to entertain any question, no matter how stupid, with compassion and good humor.
Then, he told me that the flu shot doesn't PREVENT the flu, it just tunes up your immune system so it's more prepared to fight it, and you're less likely to be hospitalized, and you'll be sick for a shorter time. The flu shot lowers the amount of time you'll be sick from 7 days to 3 days, he said. I had him now.
So I said, "Well, maybe I should take Emergen-C or Airborne instead," and he reared back like I'd suggested sacrificing his youngest daughter to Ba'al.
"Emergen-C and Airborne don't work, they're snake oil," he said scathingly (strike two). I smiled sweetly.
"But doctor, they also say they'll lower the amount of time you're sick with a cold or flu from 7 days to 3 days. And they're also approved by the FDA, like the flu shot." He turned purple as he scrabbled for a response. Finally he gave up.
"Look, I've given my recommendation, and you can follow it, or don't, there's nothing more to be said at this point," he said irritably (strike three). I smiled again, passed on the flu shot, and never went to that doctor again.
It's my understanding that if you have more than the most basic understanding of modern medicine and your own personal condition, doctors are not at all prepared to deal with you. Knowledge is indeed power.

2023-12-20 22:40:09

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@npub1l4e…hev7 @npub14w3…9vjx this is amazing; my wife is RIVETED (she loves this kind of stuff). Imho, there is a 0% chance that they built the Great Pyramid in 20 years.

2023-12-20 22:04:49

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@npub1620…a82q oh it's already happening in the Los Angeles area.
On the other side of the Angeles National Forest, there are desert land where there has been a community of people who have lived in trailers and log or stone cabins for decades. This land is pretty worthless; it's too dry to farm profitably, too far away from anything important to develop. After years of nobody caring about what they did out there, the County of Los Angeles suddenly started hitting these landowners with tons of nuisance abatement fines and demands that they bring their land up to code by hooking up to county utilities (the nearest hookup could be as far away as 30 miles, and cost more than the land was worth).
Then, even if they could pay the fine and bring the land up to code (and most of them couldn't), they'd get an additional, outrageously high bill for legal fees from Silver & Wright, their land would go into receivership, and then the County would take it over.
I couldn't understand why LA County was doing this for the longest time, and then it hit me---they wanted the land for solar farms. Rather than take it by eminent domain, which looks bad, they hired Silver & Wright to make the landowners look like dirty, irresponsible people that ruined their neighbors' enjoyment of their own land, and just took it away from them. Much cheaper than eminent domain.
Here's an article about the government taking land from a variety of people all over the state; it's not the article specifically about the Angeles National Forest area, but it lays it out pretty clearly:
https://californialocal.com/localnews/statewide/ca/article/show/4700-code-violations-fees-fines-california-cities/

2023-12-20 18:33:15

@npub1wh3…0yvx @npub1gku…fcxq
You will have to ask first but I think thos story has great potential for your project.
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2023-12-19 22:29:54

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@npub108z…dkr5 @npub175d…wrtj well, good for you, I mean that sincerely. Although I imagine those 18 people just display their hats on a shelf, they don't actually WEAR them, right???
Right???

2023-12-19 20:20:29

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@npub175d…wrtj oh jeez. Who would wear this in public? For real I thought you made it on some free cap generator as a joke, omg, I'm cringing now

2023-12-19 20:12:12

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@npub175d…wrtj ooh, wicked burn. A+

2023-12-18 21:32:19

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@npub1sve…khm2 @npub1kdt…2e3c @npub1jm4…83x3 my dad too, he would go nuts if you said anything bad about my mom. You had to tread lightly even if you had a legitimate complaint about her. I'd go from saying "My English teacher is a real cunt, Dad," too "Gee whiz, Dad, I sure wish Mom wouldn't baby me so much," and twisting my toe on the ground like I was five, except I was fifteen, and wanted my mom to quit barging into my room in the morning so she wouldn't see my morning wood.

2023-12-18 20:47:54

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@npub1lnz…k8dk well there are two separate scenarios on the whole "wife doesn't want to fuck you anymore" gig. The first is that she doesn't love you any more, and that one is hopeless---no amount of tap-dancing will get you out of that one, might as well call it quits.
The second one is redeemable, because I'll tell you a secret---marriages go through good and bad cycles. There will be times when you're so close that you're practically the same person, and other times when you're so distant that you're like roommates instead of spouses. But if you love this lady, and she seems to still love you, you can pull this out of the toilet if you can figure out what's wrong.
Maybe she's tired and stressed out from work. Maybe she's got post-partum depression and is afraid you'll put another baby in her. Maybe she's suffering from an embarrassing and gross female problem that she's too ashamed to tell you about. Or maybe you've been doing the same old thing in the same old way for too long and need to liven up your game a bit (guilty).
Whatever the problem is, it's your job as a man to discover it and overcome it, IF you think your wife still loves you. This can take the form of doing more household chores if she seems tired and stressed (this could be a medical problem too). If it's the effect of a bad pregnancy, the cure might be getting up with the baby at night more often and wearing a condom during sex for a while. If it's an embarrassing female problem, task her with it, remind her she can tell you anything, and try not to look disgusted or like you're repeating LA LA LA CAN'T HEAR YOU in your head while she's telling you. And if you think its doing the same old thing the same old way, you spruce yourself up a bit, haircut, new clothes and underwear, etc., take her out on a date like when you first met, romance her a bit, and give her a rogering in a style you haven't done since before you were married, even if it's kinda hard on your knees or your back. You CAN fix it, provided you love each other, and are TRULY committed to each other.
Otherwise, just leave. But I really do think people don't try hard enough, get divorced, and regret it later all too often, because they're just not willing to put in the effort.
And I'll tell you another secret about marriage: sex isn't the most important part, COMPATIBILITY is. If you let go of an amenable, loving lady who knows how to cook and is good to your kids just because you're going through a dry spell, you'll regret it the rest of your life. I watched too many of my friends do this, and they watched their exes go marry other guys, have more kids, and be perfectly happy, while the friend turned into a bitter Eeyore with zero game, who regretted his choices in life. So if you ever meet a COMPATIBLE lady, you should go the extra mile to try and perk her up before you throw in the towel, both of you deserve that much.
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2023-12-18 19:12:24

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@npub1j5l…wxv4 should say the first TEN results are some pajeet's top 12 list, copy/pasted to ten different sites. That type of crap-flooding drives me MAD

2023-12-18 12:11:19

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@npub1wc2…4sk7 it looks pretty sweet, I think you should get it
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2023-12-18 12:03:46

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@npub14w3…9vjx idk, the chambers and especially the tunnels they've recently found are very weird. If not a tomb, then some sort of religious monument?
I can only take so much reading about Egypt because the people in the comments are such dicks. Some very not-nice people are into Egyptology, and I don't think Zawi Hawass' arrogance helped the matter any. I'm still interested though; I just don't want to talk to any of those people.
When Zawi Hawass had his short-lived reality show, he was complaining about humidity problems ruining the Great Pyramid. I sent him a question through the show page. I asked him, why didn't they drag big bags of silicone, the type that you find in handbags and bottles of vitamins that say "do not eat", to the top of the pyramid, to absorb the excess moisture.
Like a year passed, no answer, and then I got a response! A single line, "That's the dumbest idea I ever heard." No explanation for why it wouldn't work. I don't think it was Zawi Hawass that actually answered, probably some pissed-off intern that Hawass treated like shit, but that's the kind of people that are into Egyptology. They had no idea if I was an adult or a 9 year old kid when they did that, and it could have crushed some poor kid's dreams. So tread lightly when teaching kids about Egyptology, try to steer them away from comments or commenting themselves. But don't give up on it either, because it's super interesting, especially to kids.

2023-12-18 11:28:50

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@npub14w3…9vjx afaik, yes. But they're still discovering new things about the pyramids all the time; for instance, there is now people questioning whether ot not they were really tombs, although the official narrative remains that, they were. But supposedly they're made of solid blocks of stone.

2023-12-17 02:53:04

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@npub1wh3…0yvx @npub1gku…fcxq thank you, Merry Christmas

2023-12-17 01:56:44

I forgot what we're having for dinner, so I can't do any prep work while my wife is out. I'll probably really have to hustle to crank out dinner on time :/

2023-12-17 01:25:42

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@npub1wc2…4sk7 2 meters is 6 feet, so I'd go with that, unless you want it breaking out windows like in the movie Christmas Vacation

2023-12-17 00:57:52

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@npub1y6c…27jj @npub1q6y…tr82 lol now you're getting it.
Gab was full of bots back in the day, and I got offended by that, and began a fruitless war on bots. One way to tell a bot, is if the bot is post-post-posting, and you respond to it, it will usually take quite a while for the bot owner to notice the activity on the thread. I could usually get six or seven posts in before the bot owner noticed and responded in person. Sometimes I'd even put in gibberish like "Have you ever seen a wolf howl at the blue corn moon?" (meaningless song lyrics from some Disney movie) because neither the bot nor the bot owner would know how to respond to that. But if you posted that to ME, I'd reply with "Are you high or something?" pretty quickly.
Checking slow response times isn't foolproof, because a lot of people will post things and then wander off to do something else for a while. It's a valuable clue though.
Also a lot of bots have human names, like JohnHenryWilburschmidt or something like that, trying to fool people into thinking it isn't a bot that's trying to shift consensus on certain issues. So watch out for that too. Yet again, though, it's not foolproof. Some people actually use their real names as usernames for some reason, idk

2023-12-17 00:44:35

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@npub1q6y…tr82 @npub1y6c…27jj stop bot-posting, blitz, or I'll call you a double-nigger

2023-12-17 00:41:54

@npub1wh3…0yvx @npub1gku…fcxq
This is a text-only submission. Sorry it's so late. If it's too late for your project, that's OK; the real joy is in writing it down, and remembering.
KITCHEN BOUQUET
My father's birthday was December 22nd, and every year, after the birthday cake was served and the dishes cleared, my mother would begin the long process of defrosting the massive Christmas turkey. At first, she'd put the turkey in the sink in its wrapper for a couple of days, but by Christmas Eve, she would unwrap it to see how well it was defrosting and whether or not she should panic-buy a ham. My mother usually did panic-buy a ham on Christmas Eve, although it was rarely needed; the ham, being fully cooked and smoked, would keep fresh for another week, and we'd usually eat it on New Year's Day if it wasn't needed for Christmas.
The year I'm thinking of (and it was many moons ago), we had a severely obese calico housecat named Edith. Edith was more than fond of treats; she was obsessed with food to the point of thievery. If I turned my back on my peanut butter sandwich or left the table to go to the bathroom, when I turned back, there would be a neat little cat-sized bite out of it. If I left my bowl of cereal unattended, she'd jump up on the table and suck all the milk out of it. One night, I heard clinking sounds coming from downstairs, so I crept down there to investigate the sound. My mother had been tired that night, so she left the dishes in the sink, something she rarely did; and Edith had jumped up there and was licking the dirty plates.
When my mother cooked, Edith would hover under the pull-out cutting board, praying that a scrap would drop so she could snatch it up. Even though this strategy often backfired when the scrap turned out to be a bit of onion or celery, Edith never gave up her vigil beneath the cutting board.
When Edith grew so fat that we could barely see her legs when she walked, my mother decided to put Edith on a diet. It wasn't long after that, Edith rebelled, and we began finding detritus from our neighbor's trash cans in our back yard, such as partially eaten pieces of buttered toast, baked potato skins, and well-gnawed pork chop bones. Edith had become ungovernable, so my mother gave up on the diet.
It was thus that my mother was met with a dilemma when it came time for the annual panic-buying of the ham. I was around 7 years old, and my older brother was 11 (and far wiser than me). My mother, hunched over the sink, grumbling over the turkey, let out a loud sigh.
"Get in the car, kids, we're going to have to buy a ham," she announced grimly. My brother and I eyed each other in the way brothers do; without a word being said, I was chosen as the one to speak.
"Do you think we can trust HER?!?" I asked, nodding my head at Edith, who lurked in the corner looking innocent. My mother frowned, considering.
"Well, that turkey is frozen solid, I doubt Edith could get a bite out of it even if she tried," my mother said, making up her mind.
"Maybe one of us should stay home and guard the turkey," my brother said, too eagerly. He wanted to stay home alone so he could shake the presents under the tree and help himself to extra candy canes and chocolate ornaments. Obviously, there was only one person who could stay home and guard the turkey, since my mother had to drive and pay for the ham, and I was only 7. Not fooled, my mother put her fists on her hips and gave us the look-that-brooked-no-nonsense.
"Boys, get in the car," she said sternly, and we both got in the car without another word. Nobody messed with my mom.
The lines were long at the grocery store, since it was Christmas Eve, so the yearly panic-buying of the ham took about 45 minutes. We came inside, stripping off our coats and hanging them in the hall, and followed my mother into the kitchen as she carried the ham. I stepped out from behind my mother just as she let out a little scream of outrage.
Edith had got up on the drain board next to the sink and was trying to eat the turkey. However, my mother was right; the turkey was frozen nearly solid. Edith was not a quitter when it came to food, though. Since she couldn't get a bite, that cat was sucking on a wingtip like it was a gigantic turkey popsicle, eyes half-closed in pleasure. She had wrapped her front paws around the carcass and was kneading the partially defrosted turkey skin with her claws.
"EDITH!!!" my mother shrieked, taking after the cat with a dish towel. Startled, Edith took off for parts unknown, moving faster than I'd ever seen her move, and was not seen again until Christmas dinner was on the table.
My mother stood, hunched over the turkey in the sink, her shoulders heaving. My brother and I edged forward cautiously. There was a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of my mother's breathing, as we assessed the damage to the turkey.
This turkey looked like it had been mauled like a mountain lion. The part of the breast right above the drumsticks was speckled with bloody spots in a crescent pattern where Edith had gripped the turkey for leverage. Worse yet, above that, there were three slashes in the skin on both sides as if a demon had attacked it. This undoubtedly happened when my mother screamed, startling Edith into flight. My mother was the first to break the silence.
"Look at this turkey, it's RUINED," she hissed.
Fearing for Edith's life, I chimed in.
"Noooo...it's still good, Dad won't notice," I said, in a quavering voice. I wished I hadn't spoken; she whirled on me like an avenging angel. Both my brother and I took a step back.
"How can you think he won't notice?!? Your dad is the one who carves the turkey, of COURSE he'll notice, he's not stupid," my mother snapped. Eager to retrieve my position, I made the mistake of chiming in again.
"Maybe we can fix it, hide the damage," I replied hastily, scrabbling in the spice cabinet.
"Look, we can use this," I said, holding out a dusty bottle of Kitchen Bouquet.
Kitchen Bouquet is a browning agent used mostly in gravy or on microwaved food, more to improve the color than the flavor. It's made of ground up vegetables like celery, carrots, and onions, and has caramelized sugar and food coloring to give it an even, dark brown color. Suddenly my mother grasped me by both cheeks and kissed me firmly on the head.
"That's brilliant! It will work like a champ! I'll get up early, put it on the turkey, and get the turkey in the oven so your dad doesn't see it. Remember," she said, wagging her finger at the two of us, "Not a WORD to your father." My brother and I both quickly agreed, and it was a vow I took seriously for many, many years.
And that is what she did, before she woke my father, before presents, before Christmas breakfast, before the coffee was even brewed, she sneaked downstairs, stuffed the turkey, and painted it all over with Kitchen Bouquet. I got up just in time to see it go in the oven. I inspected it soberly. It was an unnatural medium brown color, as if it had been rubbed all over with shoe polish. If it was in the oven for a few hours before my father saw it, it would look good as new, i thought. I gave my mother a silent thumbs up. She smiled broadly, returned the thumbs up, then made a silent shooing motion with one oven-mitted hand. I crept up the stairs and back into bed with none the wiser. I was very pleased with myself, thinking I'd saved Christmas. I pretended to be asleep and waited for my father to come in to "wake" me. While waiting, I fell asleep for real, and jolted awake when my father came in, shouting "Wake up boys, it's CHRISTMAS!" in a very jolly voice, as he did every year.
Nobody loved Christmas more than my father, and I think that's why my mother worked so hard to make it perfect for all if us. Yet nothing can be perfect in an imperfect world, and I think that's why my mother got wound so tight around Christmas time. None of these tasks were suited to her nature. She wasn't a natural cook, didn't have an artistic hand at decorating or wrapping gifts, and did not enjoy Christmas in general, but she plugged away at it with a grim determination, trying to make happy Christmas memories for all of us at the expense of her own happiness. Naturally I didn't understand any of this at the time; I was only seven. I understand it now, and cherish the memories more, knowing how much she sacrificed of herself to bring it all together. But more about that later.
My brother and I leapt out of our twin beds and donned our matching plaid flannel Christmas pajamas that my grandmother always sent. These were fresh and new, and we were not allowed to wear them until Christmas morning, so that we looked presentable in the family photos. We would continue to wear these same plaid flannel pajamas until well into March, by which time they were ragged, torn, and faded by so many washings.
My brother and I scrambled down the stairs. My mother and father were drinking coffee, and we were both given mugs of hot cocoa that were forgotten until after the presents were opened. My father always played Santa, handing the gifts out, while my mother lurked in the background, taking reaction photos. The cat, Edith, was still in hiding.
I can't remember what presents we got that year, but I must have been pleased; it's human nature to remember the bad before the good. Before I knew it, every gift was unwrapped, and my father was sweeping up the torn and crumpled wrapping paper and discarded ribbon into an empty box, and my mother's work of a month was swept away in an instant.
"You kids go upstairs and play with your toys while I make breakfast," my mother said with a smile on her face, making shooing noises. My brother and I shooed until the French toast, made with leftover eggnog, was done.
After breakfast, my brother and I were doing the dishes while my mom worked on the sides. When I heard the oven open and felt the blast of heat on my back, I hurried over for a peek. What I saw shocked me. My brilliant idea wasn't so brilliant after all.
The even brown color hadn't stayed even. As the turkey fat melted and my mom basted the turkey with a generous coating of butter, the Kitchen Bouquet was diluted and ran down the sides in drips like a woman's runny mascara. Worse yet, the brown color had settle into the pockmarks and tears left by the cat's claws, darkening them so they looked like blackheads and half-healed scabs. It was hideous. I drew in a sharp breath, biting back my dismay. Just then, I heard a cheerful voice behind me.
"So, how's the turkey coming along?" my dad asked jovially. Quickly my mom grabbed the meat fork and jabbed it into the turkey, obliterating the worst of the tears on that side. It was good thinking, in my opinion.
"It's going to be a few more hours," my mom said faintly. My father huffed thoughtfully.
"It's looking a little...brown, don't you think?" he observed.
"Maybe you should tent it with foil or rotate the pan or something." My mom jammed the turkey back into the oven as fast as she could.
"Next time I baste it, I'll put the foil tent on," she replied, carefully studying her watch. My father hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"You do what you think is best. After all, you're the expert!" my dad said happily. There was a look of relief in my mother's eyes. We'd gotten away with it so far! All we had to do was get through the carving and we were home free.
Finally, dinner was ready and on the table; the prayers were said, the stuffing was in my mom's Christmas casserole dish, and the turkey was on the carving board while my dad sharpened the knife with expert swooshes on the sharpener. He brought the turkey closer to the edge of the table in order to carve it.
"Well, this looks..." His voice trailed off as he got a good look at the battle-scarred turkey. His happy smile faded and his face went slack for a moment. He paused from sharpening the knife for a second, then he suddenly recovered from his shock.
"This looks great, who's hungry," he finished lamely. We all agreed we were hungry, as we did every year, but instead of happy table chatter, there was silence as he carved and served us all a piece of the turkey.
Finally we all had food on our plates and tucked in. After a while, my dad cleared his throat.
"You know, honey, you really outdid yourself this year. This turkey is DELICIOUS," he said, waving his fork expansively. My brother and I directed our eyes at our plates.
"I, uh, read in 'Good Housekeeping' that you could put Kitchen Bouquet on a turkey, so I decided to try it," my mom said faintly. My dad nodded solemnly.
"Well they were right, this is dee-licious. We should have a bird this good every year," he declared. I stirred my yams on the plate, not daring to make a sound lest I burst out laughing. I sneaked a look to my left, and my brother was doing the same. Noticing the silence, my dad spoke up again.
"I hope the boys were a help to you in making the dinner this year," he said to my mom. At this I choked; my brother pounded me between the shoulder blades, eyeing my dad with worry.
"Oh yes," my mother said hastily. "They peeled and chopped all the potatoes and sweet potatoes, and got the vegetables ready for the stuffing. They were a big help this year."
"That's great!" he said, then affected a puzzled frown.
"Hey, where's that cat hiding? I haven't seen her since the day before yesterday." He tore a piece of turkey off his serving.
"Edith. Eeee-dith," he called in a sing-song voice. The cat rocketed out from underneath the couch where she'd been lurking and posed at my father's feet, with bright, shiny, hopeful eyes.
"Here you go girl," he said, dropping a sizeable chunk of turkey in the floor. The cat seized it in her teeth and dragged it beneath the couch, where she could eat it in safety.
"I bet Edith has been waiting for that taste of turkey since Thanksgiving," my father laughed. My brother snorted, and I kicked him under the table.
"Stop kicking me," my brother complained.
"Cover your face if you're gonna sneeze, pig," I shot back, and I could see a bit of gratitude in my brother's eyes, for helping him resist the urge to burst out laughing.
"BOYS! Pipe down and eat your food!" my mom snapped. We both turned our eyes back to our plates.
"And honey...I thought we agreed not to feed the cat from the table?" she said, a little more delicately.
"It's FINE, sweetie, it's Christmas! It's not the end of the world if Edith gets a little turkey if it's only on Thanksgiving and Christmas, is it?" my dad implored, and my mother was pretty much forced to agree it wasn't the end of the world.
Finally, that awkward meal was over; my brother, my mom, and I washed the dishes and put them away, secure in the knowledge that we'd effectively pulled the wool over my dad's eyes, and the only repercussion was that my mom had to put Kitchen Bouquet on all our turkeys from thereon out.
Years later, when my dad was on his deathbed, I was in a mood to confess all my childhood sins to him, for I had entered many conspiracies with my mother to hide certain facts from him, being as he was at work most of the time, and she was the one standing right there with a wooden spoon in her hand. My dad just laughed.
"That's been bothering you all these years? Son, I knew the whole time! That turkey looked like it had been mauled by the chupacabra and dipped in the sewer after. Besides, there was a big clump of cat hair in my stuffung" he said.
"You KNEW?!? Why didn't you SAY something?!?" I asked, astounded.
"Well, your mother worked on Christmas very hard every year, and I knew she hated it. She had to keep up the pretense of having a jolly Christmas for almost 20 years, because we had your sister so late in life. I knew if I said anything, it would absolutely ruin your mother's Christmas, because she always wanted everything perfect. I couldn't help pulling your legs about it a bit, though," he said, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
"Ah, but the turkeys were much better after your mom started putting the Kitchen Bouquet on them. My poor darling, she tried so hard, but she was an AWFUL cook."
Merry Christmas, everybody.

2023-12-14 11:56:21

I can hear the coyote pack yelping again

2023-12-13 03:55:04

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@npub18cw…ha8a @npub1u77…e743 and how many men have you actually experienced, and how many of those have you actually liked and respected? Damn few, if you're posting this crap on Spinster and naming every woman a victim and every man a liar.
You are not a man. You have no idea how men's bodies work. Contrary to the old wives' tales you pass around on Spinster, it's perfectly possible for a man to be passed out cold and still have an erection. It happens all the time. Believe what ever you want, I'm just glad you eschew men now because you clearly have no liking or understanding of them, so you're doing the world a favor by staying away from them. God help him if you ever have a son.

2023-12-13 03:47:12

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@npub18cw…ha8a @npub1u77…e743 dead wrong, lady. Some men get hard as rocks when they're drunk. Not all men are the same no matter how much you want to believe they are.

2023-12-12 01:02:15

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@npub1khq…6n2t @npub159f…vg75 at least it's probably warm in there

2023-12-10 21:30:47

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@npub1khq…6n2t @npub108z…dkr5 I used to be in title insurance a long time ago. Some of it's very simple, but there are always "problem" properties, outliers where the legal description is different or where it's been messed up in the past, and those cases definitely need someone who knows what they're doing to write a valid policy and keep the company from losing their asses in the future.
Around the 00s, the title companies started outsourcing their research and typing to India and had title officers reviewing the work before it was finalized. And let me tell you, their work was crap. They were even fucking up the newest, simplest subdivision work. I'd flag it for revision and send it back, and when it came back to me again, they'd have fixed the errors I'd flagged, but somehow they fucked up things that were right the first time through, things that weren't even flagged. I was having to send things back three, four times, and I was absolutely not allowed to fix it myself---that was below my pay grade. It was very frustrating.
How could the company do this? I wondered. How can they assume the risk of letting these ignorant street-shitting monkeys write policies? Because I was pretty sure that it was only a matter of time before my job went over to India as well. Finally I quit in frustration and changed careers.
During the 2008 housing crisis it all became clear. The title insurance companies were buying insurance on the insurance. It didn't matter if some habibbi mongrel made an error that cost the company millions, because the insurance policy that the title company had taken out against employee incompetence would kick in and pay those millions. And the insurance on the insurance was cheaper than employing a competent American staff.
Joke was on them, though. In 2008 when the housing crash happened, all of the insurance companies that were insuring bad mortgages and insurance policies all got flooded with claims and were only able to pay the first third of the claims that came in. Some of the insurers had bought insurance on their insurance of the insurance, and the whole stack of cards came tumbling down in 2008. I experienced a certain smug schadenfreude at the time, except colleagues and friends I'd known since I was a kid were losing their jobs and homes, so it was hard to enjoy the comeuppance as thoroughly as I should have. Thank you for reading my blogpost

2023-12-08 23:58:07

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@npub1uh7…ce87 @npub1m2q…68rn @npub1e04…2y0j I did a bit of tree-planting myself, although it was redwood sprouts. We'd hike out for a day, plant redwoods for a day, and hike back. I did this once or twice a year while I was in college.
The amusing part (that I didn't question at the time) was that the redwood seedlings were grown in hard plastic sleeves. The program runners were very sure to make each planter pick up and carry away a certain number of sleeves afterwards. The other amusing thing was that it didn't matter how good or bad or experienced or inexperienced the planters were, because the program included culling the redwood plants in the fall, just like a Christmas tree farm does. Of course they were quite a bit touchier about people trying to sneak commercial pine trees into a redwood forest...

2023-12-07 20:53:45

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@npub1wc2…4sk7 I wonder what happened to Lobster. Lobster hated crab a lot. But I think Lobster was a kiwi farms account sadly, or Lobster would surely do battle with you.

2023-12-07 03:39:21

I was taking an undocumented spear-fishing trip with a migrant named Will Cathcart when, during a stopover at the airport, we were blindsided by a weather warning that a typhoon might turn into a tornado that led to a tsunami. It sounded like gossip to me, but my friend Luke Woods pointed to a downed tree next to a plane and worried we might end up in a lockdown in the airport due to the weather advisory. I had to admit the weather was crappy; there were high winds everywhere and even a sinkhole developing on the tarmac. My sister Michael J Marando said she was worried about getting hotel rooms for the night, but she might have been insincere. Anyway, once we got back on her jet, we were hijacked and told we were all being put on a terrorist watch list for insurgency. Honestly, I think that whole undocumented spear-fishing trip was a pyramid scheme, possibly run by the mafia. There were no hotel rooms, no hotel, not even an evil maid. it was all a big fraud, a market-manipulation, money-laundering scheme, powered by identity theft. It was horrifying, but at least my comrade Emily Dalton Smith and I got out alive.

2023-12-04 03:44:33

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@npub13wh…wvah the only error is that the green areas have meth too. Otherwise, where's the lie?

2023-12-03 05:19:28

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@npub107w…9n4a @npub1q6y…tr82 nobody tell him that McDonalds quarter pounders weigh less than a quarter pound

2023-11-24 07:05:29

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@npub1y2d…7klk thank God it's over. My wife is a horrible cook. I had to eat it and not complain. She also asked lot of questions during the cooking process and I ended up micromanaging her and that's not at all a good thing for a marriage. But if she can forgive me for the micromanaging I can forgive her for the awful awful food. There are so many leftovers, God help me