Devil’s advocate here, nobody wants to break the serial killer out.

Yeah you use an old fucked up card for that. Still keep one in my wallet even from back when my neighbors used to knock on my door instead of the landlords because they knew I was more reliable with opening doors.

If an own goal was ever worth a trophy this is a great example.

I mean, my local liquor store is close enough we could be considered neighbors and I regularly get suggestions based on my taste.

VOLUNTEER firefighter? That sounds like woke socialist bullshit to me, should’ve smited him instead. /s

Depending on where you cut the line I’m either one of the youngest millennials or oldest gen-z and I at least get it.

I sincerely doubt he’s even all that rich given how petty the embezzlement through spending the weekends in his own hotels was.

Well you’ve gotten the hardest laugh today

Yeah, I get that they’re getting privacy issues too but the options seem to have gotten distilled down to privacy issues or a subscription fee I not only can’t afford but probably still comes with privacy issues and definitely comes with AI bullshit.

My dad uses yahoo. On a Linux mint machine I do the maintenance on and keep trying to nudge him towards duckduckgo.

Sticker for my bike

The detail of capitalizing the last 2 letters of seedless. A+

You scared the fuck out of me.

Ok but the grippy socks legitimately rock, I usually get a pair every trip to the hospital and you bet your ass I keep them.

Man I must’ve really hit my head when I fell the other day because I thought that headline said Israeli soldiers blew up a building in Gaza as a gender reveal.

Well that feels targeted.

Practical answer, fits in places trees may not. Pessimistic answer, fits in some guys cyberpunk ass vision for what he wants his office block to look like.

I mean, there’s definitely been showers where I just sit in the steam. Especially when I lived alone.

I thought it was sitting curled up in a ball contemplating everything wrong with your life.

There we go, one of the many times I see a divorce starting at Safeway I just hop in, like “yeah Rob, maybe you should be helping with the dishes”.