Morning coffee.

One could say they’re killing it off.

$6,000 worth of hearing aids later, I remain unimpressed.

You know you’re screwed up when a kiddie fucker calls you backward.

I block communities that routinely show up that I am not interested in seeing and use a monkey script to block instances of no value to me.

No, simply because I don’t “have to” have content. If Lemmy lacks interesting content, I go outside for a while.

Well, I use a fake name and an email used only for Duolingo, so… ok.

I remember as a kid, seeing a commercial for a credit card where the clown of the ad tried to use cash, inconveniencing the mob behind him and it really stuck with me how unapologetic credit companies were when training their consumers and debt carriers.

Solution. Reverse the CAPTCHA reaction. If it’s solved, it’s a bot, if not, it’s a frustrated human.

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Legacies are overrated once you’re dead.

Lemmy, Facebook for marketplace and that’s it, I guess.

Doing something you know will result in a negative(in our case here, losing a huge level of activity, participation, stability, etc).

Oh no, not 100k. How will they ever scrape up that kind of money?

War is so weird now. I don’t know how well I would have handled living in a foxhole if I knew a model helicopter could fly by at any time and drop my untimely demise.

The term soaring is pretty relative in this case. It’s still completely unknown to the majority of the world. It’s just like Lemmy, where the very few rigid types that absolutely couldn’t stand for one particular thing that happened to their social network will do anything, including cutting their nose off to spite their face rather than continue to use it. That’s why we’re all here and it’s why nobody else but us are coming.

That is exactly it, right down to having to fight the urge to repeat the thing that makes me feel sick! I would have never through that this would be something more than just my totally broken brain.

I clean mine very rarely because sticking my finger in there causes a sense of shock and tingling that longers after. The sensation makes me physically ill.

I guess I fucking don’t.

Not offended at all. This behavior is completely expected. Don’t share your terrible experience until someone else is talking about how your post-employer misled their viewers, then pile on when it will get clicks.

Perhaps you require more ragebait?

If so, you’re stupid, your thought is stupid and your choice in underwear is stupid.