Yeah…all those folks who claimed 9/11, or 2008 wiped them out: just do whatever you did, over again, et voilà!

The way lemmy comments go full snark in the meme comms (which is 90% of lemmy comms) deserves a psych research grant.

memes are shitposts, yet half the comments are “not a meme, not a shitpost, you’re wrong!”

chill

The lemmy culture.

Seahorse (See horse) Sawhorse

*artificially literally.

You’re no longer invited to my party, Debbie Downer.

Yes, no bones about it.

You’ve met my ex?

I tell people I use lemmy (piefed isn’t quite there for me, just yet) and mastodon. That’s it, I just tell them. The rest is up to them.

If anyone were to ask, I’d suggest blocking .ml, assuming it isn’t already.

They all work, they just omit the final step from the instructions:
WIPE HANDS ON PANTS

trauma.

Football fields.

Thanks!
That’s the comm I was initially going to post to, but I couldn’t recall the name…subscribed! and x-posted.

!fakebandnames@lemmy.world

Stalkers.

Yes.

I change accounts far more often now.

Mid 1970s, I was 18 years old and driving a Pepsi delivery truck, fully loaded. Three-on-the-tree transmission and tarps over the truck’s loading bays.
Made a left turn too quickly and too sharply, and dumped 200 cases of cans all over the road.
That was it for my pop delivery career.

Better Off Without A Wife, by Tom Waits. Not specifically about masturbation, but he jokes about it in the preamble…“I don’t get weird about it, tying myself up…just like to spend a little time with myself, is all…makin’ the scene with a magazine…”

I tried shaving my asshole but he ran away and never came back.

Canadian Taxpayers Federation work for ya?