Yeah, I’m a crab dude and am not switching to anteater now, this is the delicious hill I die on. But I’ll pay them their rheumatism.

I’ll pay a nickel to an illustrator to get me a logo for my band, I Just Farted, that looks like a dairy farm

also the safety of the children and general community what live around you (if they enter into your calculations). when i was growing up, the neighbor was a professor at the prestigious university down the way. they thought it was enough to teach their kid gun safety and store the gun in a safe place in their room and for their house it was. problem was some dipshit who wanted to roll with the norteños across the way. broke into the professor’s place, took their gun, shot at some other dipshits and was fortunately a terrible shot. ditched the gun, the police recovered it and brought it back. fortunately we were already paying our bribes so when they came around asking and i told them i didn’t know, they believed me (they knew my tells already when i lied: we played poker for halloween candy thursdays after karate bribe practice and i suuuucked at poker😘)

same, but i’m disabled and there’s nowhere anywhere that accepts disabled anyone.

Bran

I think you mean delicious

My siblings’ kids are all angry at the hubris their parents had to birth them. I love them and get it, but it’s a hell of a lot more complicated than that and nihilism is so 2005. I think. I was pretty dissociated that year but I had a professor who talked about it a lot according to dissociated me’s notes.

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the best part is when you’re at the airport with your elementary school wife, so you say “oh dammit i have to say the fuck b-word” at the airport and she both understands, laughs, and kicks you for saying the b-word at an airport.

thanky

3 DAY WEEKEND WOOOO WE’RE DRINKIN 14 BEERS AT CHILIS TONIGHT 🎆 🎆 🎆

stop staring at the dick hole

then you can punch yourself in the dick

COME SEE THE BIG HAIRY ASSED FECKING THE BAD F WORD WORSE THAN THE F WORD, YOU KNOW, PARROTS OF BASTARD BOLLOCKS LINCOLNSHIRE I STICK THIS FECKING PITCHFORK UP YOUR HOLE PARROTS

and if you do have access and they found out you used it to spy on your kids then you’re probably getting fired.

I mean that’s what they tell us, and they do a token firing for this shit every now and then, but every PO I’ve known has done blatantly illegal background checks on people for shits and giggles (not just digging through PACER for fun, using tools you and I can’t access) and felt comfortable enough doing them in front of me when I barely knew them.

One of my college friends, his dad was an nsa agent. Truth is, he didn’t want to do that shit at home so he didn’t. When I was an accountant, my wife balanced the checkbook so I didn’t have to be an accountant at home. That kind of thing.

I am an absurdist. Rebellion is a way of life and a major tenet in my fancy made up religion. Find out your risk tolerance. Figure out small ways you can rebel without putting your loved ones in harm’s way and minimizing the risk to yourself. From as little as turning graffiti swastikas to LOVE WINS and giving Krasnov stickers little mustaches to finding, following, and whistling at ICE when they’re anywhere near your community. Sign up with the Black Panthers for community patrolling and stay safe. Get out there, get to know your neighbors and simply build community relationships. Everything that They (you know They) are trying to destroy, rebel by building it and alternatives back up.

Peaceful? You forget about the apartment building they tried to burn down?

“You remember when people were generally nice on the internet?”

I love my fluance