Democrates was my favorite philosopher

Considering we have the money to be used to rebuild our house in our account, hell yeah!

This is worse than shit. Even shit has value. This? This has no value. It’s not ‘based’ or ‘edgy’ or whatever you idiots are calling it. It doesn’t make me cry big ol’ librul tears. It’s just hollow and sad. The lashing out of one of societies otherwise useless dregs, angry because no one cares about their shit flinging anymore. For god sakes man, find a new hobby.

Considering how often I still find myself humming or whistling the songs years after I played, gonna have to go with Undertale.

There already is one: James Bond

Yusuke, the black samurai.

“If you have to ask, you might as well update your resume.”

You don’t understand. There is no setting boundaries. It is a compulsion that can’t be stopped.

An interesting book can put me in a similar situations to drug addiction. My wife had to put her foot down on my reading issues, and now I avoid books unless necessary. People are always confused when I explain it to them.

I always equate it to spicy food. It’s painful and unpleasant, but you can’t stop going back for more. It’s a sort of weird catharsis that follows, as well.

Aww, he just wants a look!

I’m sure there are plenty that would love to see a guy with nice Adonis belt in some low rise jeans.

So much crack in the streets!

That tracks. I live in the south. I also seem to have offended a few ham beasts. I like a girl with some heft to 'er, but if you look like you are perpetually wearing a twin sized matress under your clothes, you need to fix some shit. Not even from an attractiveness standpoint, that shit will kill you young.

Ability to pull them off, so to speak, does not factor in to the expanding foam beast’s decision to wear them. I’d like to know where you live that curdled milk in a bag isn’t the majority of spandex wearers.

I miss low-rise jeans…

I know a few who would make you question that statement.

Bohunk. I hate that it’s a slur for some folk, but it is the perfect term for whatever this hyper-masculine cringefest is we got goin’ on. Alpha male chest beaters stinkin’ up the place. Those damned bohunks.

Since no one else seems interested, I’m gonna just scootch by and take Adolfo off of your hands…

I am just tired of seeing constant complaining about apps instead of, y’know, content. Lemmy needs content to be successful, guys.