Jamil is such a needlessly aggressive and whiny little cunt. Dude gives off the energy of a middle school football player flipping his shit over how the other team cheated and the refs are corrupt.

I saw a video once of a giant centipede devouring a live mouse, and it still fucks with me every time I think of it. I still remember that mouse’s eyes.

Alright, boys. Hear me out. You cut a hole on the inside of your pocket, put on your pants, then pull your penis through the hole so that it is emerging and/or hanging out of your pocket.

Centipedes are the absolute worst of the worst in terms of disturbing insects. I can’t even look at one without my brain vividly simulating the way all of those crispy little legs would feel clinging along the length of my arm.

WOooAaHhh! 🫨

My hope is that the CPC* splits and/or reforms into a more moderate and respectable party, so that at least it won’t be fucking armageddon in the event that they win a future election. But if I know conservatives worldwide, they won’t learn shit.

(Edit: CPC, not UCP)

As a child I used to be borderline obsessed with the misters and the overall smell and vibe of the produce sections. Always told my mom I wanted to work in one. Thirty years later, purely by circumstance, I manage one for a living. It’s not quite what I dreamed of, given that stores in 2025 are no longer poorly lit nor smell like mothballs and old air conditioning/refrigerant, but I still enjoy my career.

I live balls-deep in redneck Alberta and I am sooo fucking excited to go to work today and listen to the meltdown.

Looks like he’s currently losing his seat in his riding by a lot. 🤌

I sustained a stress fracture of the fifth metatarsal completely at random last year. No trauma, no accidents, nothing. Went on a five-day drive and returned to go to work. A week later my foot started hurting really bad. I kept working on it and eventually saw a doctor. Misdiagnosed as plantar fasciitis, and continued to work on it with insoles. After a while I had to get an air boot. Before long it was x-rayed and turned out to be a stress fracture with no apparent origin.

The six month healing process was absolute fucking garbage and I would never do it again. Having nearly two months off of work was nice enough, but I couldn’t do much other than lay around elevating my foot. If I tried to get in my computer the pain in my foot would increase tenfold. Crutches to get around anywhere. Showered by laying spread eagle on the floor of the tub, blasting out my asshole with the shower head. Mornings were excruciating as the blood rushed to the fracture site and caused my foot to swell up big and purple. Genuinely the worst injury I’ve ever had to heal from. I never thought it would get better. I truly thought this was the new normal. You’d think a small stress fracture would be minor. Still hurts here and there but I’m about seven months out and doing a lot better than before.

Have to assume I’m just getting old, I guess.

Yo, guy… Did you kill that CEO?

https://youtu.be/j0_vinmW2ik

FlOuuUrish the PinnKkaAyyyy!

Kill yourself, Elon. Everyone will be sorry then.

I never really thought about just how personal Notepad is for me. Even the Notes app on my phone. I wouldn’t want anyone to look through any of it. I write some embarrassing shit. Pointless backstories for my video game protagonists when they don’t already have one. Drafts for important upcoming conversations. You name it. Get the fuck out of my space. Fortunately I’m still using Notepad++, but I’m sure Microsoft will slide its dick into that too, eventually.

Oh, no kidding? I either missed that or have forgotten entirely. It’s been a few years now.

I’ve always thought it interesting how Portrait Leah vs Sprite Leah are entirely different people. Sprite Leah is a chill, lanky Gravity Falls type chick who probably crushes beers beneath the bridge, while Portrait Leah is like a lovely Dutch barmaid who probably collects nesting dolls. I dig both, though. Can’t go wrong with Leah, boys.

Same. The Libs are projected to win, but I’m really worried about low voter turnout as it was with America’s last election. I never want to see that fucking cunt become PM as he so badly craves.

“Tell me… Do you believe in spy fiction?”, Cotton asked condescendingly back during Trump’s Russian collusion investigation. Stupid fucking cunt.

That’s how they laughed at me in Starcraft too.