

I hare them so much I can’t even type right
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I hare them so much I can’t even type right


Holy shit, I used to think like… nothing about this community when I lived in the US. I had a car, I drove an hour and a half for work, and I walked like… maybe a few kilometers a week (outside of work where I was on my feet most of the day).
When I moved to Europe, but Sweden in particular, I walked EVERYWHERE. Paths were accessible, there were so many parks and greenery, basically anything short of 6km one way was on the table for a little stroll.
I got healthier, happier, and generally enjoyed going places more. I didn’t have to deal with traffic or parking or maintenance. And honestly, the transition from one to another was like… a week of getting used to it.
Now I live in a city that’s pretty car orientated now (still in Europe) and I cannot fucking stand it. It’s been months and I still dream of walking through parks to go visit my friends or do my grocery shopping. I can’t even open my apartment windows at night because people will just idle their cars beneath my window and exhaust fills my apartment. Fuck I hare cars.


My life has already been irreparably altered. The plan is in motion. It is too late.


I don’t like that this makes him look like he’s shitting his tail or tucking his weiner.


Holy shit, I was just wondering how to vent about this shit. I vow that I will NEVER drink that dumbass drink ever again. This type of advertising gives me a personal grudge that, god forbid I ever have children, I will pass down through my fucking bloodline.


And catch a boomerang/hockey puck? No thanks.


I legit remember laughing about this scene, imagining this, and having a very startling realization about myself in a very public setting.
What’s, uh… what’s the pink bit at the bottom of the third panel, there?
Jesus, this was both hard to read and hard to stop reading. Really, I was just hard the whole way through. It was. Not I.
No, only eaten copious amounts of ass. 🥰


Jesus Christ, that woman is 40? I have absolutely dropped the ball on my skincare routine. 😭
I think, in this case, they mean insane to be ‘a ridiculously large sum’ not a comment about their mental state.
:3
I don’t want an app. I want weed and cock
tfw no weed, no cock 😔
Doubly true because the children yearn for the mines.


Seems pretty reasonable to use it as a grammar checker. As long as it’s not changing content, just form or readability, that seems like a pretty decent use for it, at least with a purely educational resource like Wikipedia.


I think I’m following what you mean. To me, though, (using your house analogy) it isn’t that your ex has a key, it’s that the government is demanding that your door remain open. Sure, it’s already off the hinges, but it’s a whole lot easier to put a door back on than to fight the government about it. It’s not currently illegal to protect your data through extreme measures, but this is the beginning of laws that make it illegal. That is why this is worth fighting over to me. What’s more, I can hate and fight against more than one thing, so it’s not a huge issue to be against this.
And sure, all this data is out there, but that isn’t true for future generations. Old data becomes stale. It just seems like such a defeatist attitude to me to cede ground on this, especially when the laws you mentioned actually being worried about would use this as precedent. It’s certainly easier to argue for an ID requirement when you have the data on millions of users lying about their age and use it as justification for a more controlled implementation.
But either way, I think I need to step away here. I feel like I understand you, I just disagree and to continue beyond this without doing more reading on the topic, laws, and trends won’t really help, I think (the last I saw for the New York law was that determining what was an adequate attempt to verify age was fell on the AG, who seemed to be leaning towards third party verification. I’m already out of date with developments there).
I think I’m too much of a control freak to ever make this a reality. I’d need like, exactly the right group, also I would need to be friends with them, and I’d need them to know exactly how to treat me.
Maybe one day, though. :3