

I really hate that lady.
average man by day, average man by night. / you get more points being on lemmy than you do on reddit / movie enthusiast / formerly /u/doug on reddit


I really hate that lady.


How to get a cat on the moon: tell them they’re not allowed on the moon


Don’t be fooled: if RAM had the chance it would kill everyone and everything you’ve ever loved.
Bibliographies will cost a fortune! All those sauces being cited 😦


ok fuckhead, but make it include all gender-affirming care for everyone, trans or not.
no boner pills, no hair transplants, no leg-lengthening, no plastic surgery to change your appearance. be hypocritical more you rat fuck.
My criticism fucking sucks.
Destructive destructive criticism.


Yeah but that’s what makes it a fun thought experiment imo is thinking of how the simulation accounts for our reality.
If I’m a Sim in The Sims equivalent, my dying results in the exact same outcome it does in The Sims; my avatar is gone and not resurrectable (without mods).
Maybe the Mandela effect is when we’ve moved servers from one that had different DLC.
God/Jesus/all prophets was just the admin visiting.
Ghosts are bugs in the code only visible to some of us because we have the residual DLC files that weren’t properly removed.
We can’t see far into space because the draw distance is short.
Your dynamite is not placed in the correct areas for optimal destruction and would be better located on the support beams.


my my god god


Well I accuse Trump of being a pathetic piece of shit.


But will the screwdriver have the same sound?
Fandom would have those old moving pop up windows if they could/were still a thing.
“First of all I absolutely let you have all the privacy you wanted. Second of all those were my Corn Flakes and I was absolutely justified in cutting your brakes. Back me up here, doc.”
I’m getting worked over 😩
the sentence is a clean manhood
Lets them focus on their work? I’d argue the opposite.
“Except for your desire to be abducted by aliens. That’s a direct result, probably.”
no other shampoo could untie the knots and melt the fragrant cheese from beneath my boys.
“Hey Copilot, what have Putin and Trump been exchanging emails about?”