Sheesh, should’ve known better than to try and make a joke around here, I guess. I appreciated it, at least. I’ve got a soft spot for suddenly making really dire, grim statements in otherwise totally pedestrian conversations

It genuinely boggles that so many people would take “the evil night-horrors” as an actual argument for this

Just under ‘cock-up’, I guess

I’ve heard it referred to as demisexual/demiromantic, and also you’d be bi/pan.

But, y’know, that’s just the label that helps you quickly explain your situation without needing to overclarify. No matter what, you’re just you.

From what I’m told, it stares back. So, probably a good time if you’re an exhibitionist, I guess.

I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this, but I seem to do it a lot

Nah, these aren’t dongs. They’re definitely uteran, in honor of Women’s History Month!

What OP is neglecting to mention is they pronounce both of them “bwush :3”

Saved you a click: Plate the pasta, put the plate on a scissor lift.

When I was a teenager, the discussion was always “would you survive the first wave,” and my friends and I were never sure if we would or not. We didn’t realize the bar for that was whether or not you would run towards the zombies…

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Right? And they don’t even explain toilet paper at the end. Big disappointment for people who’d want to know

Trying to remember whether I named the most recent copy of my resume shitstink.pdf or hellpiss.pdf

Wouldn’t mind seeing the game come back. Don’t get me wrong, it was pretty shitty. But, for whatever reason, I kept finding myself coming back until there wasn’t a game to come back to anymore. I guess I was charmed by it.

I think I’d wanna get this for the Mountain Dew-themed PC build I didn’t know I wanted to do until right this very moment.

Yeah, an Alignment Issue

Jesus. Used to just be like 50 cents to add cheese. Now I’ve gotta drive all the way to Michigan??

And look- people can pull off the skinny elf look but they can’t pull off Orlando Bloom.

Hell, I’ve tried to do both. All it got me were some pants I can’t return and a restraining order. C’est la vie, I guess.

I have learned to circumvent this issue by simply never being important enough to be invited to formal events.

It’s worked well thus far, though nobody seems to notice.

If Harris loses, I don’t even want to think of what the next four years will bring. But, whichever way it goes, I take at least some small solace in knowing the PAC text spam will finally shut the fuck up for a little while…

I would agree with this. The rational part of me likes to try and eat a sandwich in a 3x3 grid of bites, right-to-left, working my way downward.

But, I’m a wacky, inconsistent li’l bitch, so it almost never works out that way. But, I don’t think I ever exceed 12 bites. That’s a pretty solid ballpark range.