Me neither. Feels like a fucking psyop, accounts on social media constantly pushing a phone made by the least trustworthy, least privacy-minded company on the entire planet.

At work, I get paid to sit around and twiddle thumbs while staring at the update screen.

So much for Insular Dwarfism.

How about Trinidad and Tobago, though?

UK plays with 44, if all of its 4 sub-countries qualify for a tournament.

Rum, too.

Where does that leave Heathcliff?

Is that his nose or his eyes?

For real, though. Or they get houses, kids… Both of these things still happen a lot, regardless of what social media is telling you. Then they just kind of submerge, until the kids start leaving the house. And then things will be similar to how they were before, but never really the same again.

My Android phone app started to show me “suggestions” instead of the call history. Geez, thanks Google. Instead of calling my GF, imma call a proctologist.
And I just know this feature will soon be used to serve me even more ads. I mean, the play store is bad enough as it is.

I just realized that Tom is sometimes blue, sometimes gray. Or are these two different cats?

Because Elijah Could.

“To Live Is To Die” would also fit.

Sir, this is a Lemmy’s.

How do you pronounce “twv”?

s/fish/fist/g

That’s… existential.

I wonder how high the rent in hell is.

Life is better down where it’s wetter.

Dr. Gangrene would like to have a word with you.