Yeah, I don’t like to think that far into it because it fucking hurts my heart. I love meat. But I’ve got family and friends that are vegan and vegetarian of different stripes. I will invite them to my cookouts and have a whole ass kettle grill that has never had an animal product cooked on it. That’s just for regular summer shit, not even celebrating them.
Jokes should punch up if they’re going to punch someone. Hitting a vegetarian is fucked up. They ain’t done shit to nobody.
That’s pretty fucked up. I love Texas de Brazil but I wouldn’t bring a vegetarian friend there to watch me hurt myself on all you can eat meat.
Nah, the second monitor is for Lemmy. The third monitor is for porn.
I don’t know if you’re right or if you’re trying to sell me something, but you sound knowledgeable so I’m in. Where do I send my cash?
Yeah, but I need to know what the one after AI is going to be so I can get in on the ground floor.
Is that the MMO where they read Ready Player One and said “Yep, I’m ready to build a mesh peer-to-peer MMO because that means there will be no discernable lag for an infinite number of people, just like in the book”?
I’m considering stealing your comment and selling it to the highest bidder. How much ether do you think it would take to knock you out?
Fred Rogers was a great Christian.
Pride and prejudice?
That’s kinda disturbing. We’re the same age and I’ll tell you right now that you’re exactly the kind of person that I would have been friends with because I did fucked up shit as well. Just not with as much dedication as you.
Why didn’t they put the newspaper in the mailbox? Because the 12 year old on a bicycle at 4am doesn’t have time for your particular brand of bullshit.
Federal law prohibits anyone from putting materials into a mailbox without postage.
Otherwise I agree with you.
I don’t know why but I read that in J. Jonah Jameson’s voice.
It do be like that.
I’ll give you a nickel if you say it out loud.
The day I realized that we don’t even know how to treat each other was a wild day for me. My friend group has been complimenting and building up each other for a while now. It’s amazing the change you’ll see just by having one dude say to another, “Hey, nice shirt my guy!” or something similar.
We opened for a national band tonight so a bunch of my friends were there. After having done this for a few years then reading this thread, I’m amazed to see just how much positive masculinity we had going on. There were compliments, talking up guys to others outside of just being a wingman (there was at least one case of being a wingman, too), lots of bro hugs, and a lot of genuinely happy guys.
It’s a hard thing to get going, but I’m glad we started doing it.
I’ve got a mouth like a sailor who stubbed his toe, mostly because I used to be a sailor who stubbed his toe a lot. Between my foul mouth and my either overuse or utter absence of fucking commas depending on how drunk I am I don’t think I’ll ever be mistaken for an LLM.
But they’re much nicer about it.
I turned down politeness all the way and watched it become Dallas traffic almost immediately.
Yep. Toxic masculinity wants us to work ourselves to death without complaining to anyone. So our mental health is in the fucking toilet. If you’re not working enough, you’re not providing and you’re not a real man. If you do work enough but show any emotion that’s not a “manly” emotion (anything involving tears outside of a funeral or during Old Yeller or anything that’s too excited) then you’re not a real man.
I could write a whole dissertation on how young men get sucked into that whole toxic ideology due to the promises of being able to have a family and a house. And it’s all a fucking lie.