The pointed gun and Rust is giving me Alec Baldwin vibes, especially in the context of Netflix. Then I realized what instance I had landed in from All.

As a bonus, with those cheap candles there’s a decent chance burning them fills his house with toxicity.

Just like him!

Punch cards are the Chads!

(Are you old enough to get this joke?)

As a convicted felon, he’s already barred from thirtysomething countries. If Mexico isn’t yet one, she could totally fix that.

Oh she’s definitely a hero. Plus she got out of jury duty!

She’s in less danger now that she’s off the case and has already told everything she knows. Killing her might send a message to other jurors to shut up and keep their money but they could just as well assume they would be killed after the trial to leave no witnesses. So it doesn’t really work. It would add to her credibility and more charges against them.

It’s rude to make jokes about her nose because it’s the result of an injury that became a big infection.

It’s also rude for your flabby ass to make fun of the physical strength she has achieved.

Both assume she owes you beauty by your standards, when she owes you nothing. No woman does.

You want to make fun of her wealth or privilege or DUI, those are fair game.

My phone insists on Land. Wtf, phone?

I agree but I have a little paperwork for him to sign first, and we’ll need someone other than me to witness it. Some silly rule about beneficiaries.

In my experience, human smells at/from Paris CDG is less a Black Man thing and more a France thing. You might want to observe the rest of the other passengers more carefully.

Just look for the one with a line (queue) outside.

Or be fair and pee half in each.

Or be chaotic and scrawl “Mammals” on the wall and pee under that.

Also male birds don’t lay eggs 🥚🥚

And only the queen bee lays eggs, any bee out and foraging around is a sterile female.

Isn’t it mostly just hummingbirds that would get involved with pollen? Or are there others?

Parco!

Molo!

Shamrock shake?

You’re correct, but try to see it as permission to speak English your own way rather than getting frustrated attempting to speak “correct” English, a fiction which has never existed despite the efforts of generations of stuffy English teachers. There’s been “English as spoken by the privileged class” but it’s no more correct than any other version and breaks as many of its own rules as any other patois or dialect.

A kid in our building accidentally freaked out the old lady in the apartment upstairs by trying to quietly use his headphones and instead sending the sound to her TV speakers. Out of context the explosions sounded like construction demolition and she thought the building was coming down.

I’m seeing this on oldsh.itjust.works, feels extra meta

https://oldsh.itjust.works/post/19853381

Don’t worry friendo, Dogecoin is just as stable and sound a currency as it ever was…

This part would be cool, tell everyone they’re a good person and some of them might actually improve. But I draw the line at letting them drool on me.

You’re 15-16 years old.

At that age, it’s normal for you and your peers to make dismissive judgements about each other’s behavior as you sort out your own ways of existing in the world.

What “weird” means here is, “this makes me uncomfortable so I reject it.” Similarly, if they’d said it was “cool” it would mean, “this intrigues me and I might like to try it in my life.”

In both cases they project their personal reaction as if it’s the universal judgement of society. And because at this age the opinion of one’s peers is an important part of one’s self-esteem, you’ve taken it as a social judgement rather than a personal one, and come to Lemmy to see if there’s social support for your side.

Personally, I can only say, there’s no harm in it. If it’s weird at all, it’s good weird, like most weird is.

I would look at that number differently on different days. Sometimes I might interpret it as a reminder to get shit done. Today I might think, “You have survived these many days, you can survive today.” Although at my age, the number of days is gonna run out of room on the screen… (Edit: it’s only 23,449 days. Heck, I can do more than that!)

You do you, hon.