Random erections at the worst conceivable time, and Squishy Wilbert Syndrome when stiffness is actually required, makes me think my penis is haunted by a mischievous 11th century sprite called Lomtomp the Rascal.

Dutch sounds like a Dutch person doing a mocking impression of Dutch.

You could tell me anything about Australia and I’d have little choice but to reflexively believe it. Oh they have a brand of children’s sandals called Flippy Floppy Cunts? Sure, whatever. There’s a shark with gorilla arms holding knives fashioned from goat bones and using them to mug surfers? Of course that’s a thing, no further investigation needed.

Australia is the world’s marsupial pouch filled with equal parts mischief and nightmarish animal terrors.

These groups are so sad. Imagine all the cultural enrichment and great gameplay they’re missing out on because they trust the word of a terminally-online doofus that huge swathes of games are dangerous to play because of their sticky psychological rootkit-like messages about not hating marginalised people.

Don’t tell me we need to bail out Amazon’s banks now too?

Definitely don’t agree with the commenter’s take on his acting, but what a utopian future it would be if everyone could be critical of a person’s work while also remaining an ally.

she is the pertiest rodent i ever sawed i very much like to feed her a cheese but one with rohypnol in it so she will stop singing her musics for an hour and give my head peace and quiet then afterwards i release her back into the field to rejoin her mouse family and her capybara husband

Making people think that seeing ads that interest them is a concession from the ad industry, to the point that people actively try to help advertisers sell more effectively to them by opting in to it, is the greatest piece of bullshittery I’ve ever seen in all of human history. I’ve never seen a more successful grift before or since. Jeffrey Epstein’s blackmail scheme involving the world’s billionaires has nothing on this reprehensible shit. You gotta admire it, despite it being pure unadulterated evil, regardless of whether or not it’s actually effective in the end. The fact remains, we accepted this hilariously-transparent con into our lives with open arms and actually complain when it’s not performing well enough.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cetacean_surfacing_behaviour#Spyhopping Not a joke, a real word for a real phenomenon 😆

Slightly different motivations in play. For a start, how can they be femcels if the whole premise of the app is to screen men for the purposes of safe dating? Secondly, screening men so you don’t get abused is not even in the same country, let alone ballpark, as doxxing people on 4chan because you’re an antifeminist incel, an actual incel, who wants to score points with other worthless societal lip crust.

Was it a perfect app and did everyone on it comport themselves impeccably? Of course not, but you’d be an obtuse bad faith dickhead to demand otherwise. It’s just the case that these are the kinds of lengths women have to go to to protect themselves.

And let’s be clear, men do the same shit. Men talk about their bad dates with psycho women and warn each other about them, and they share nudes and other private stuff that the women didn’t intend to be shared amongst the man’s friend group. We don’t need an app with photographic evidence and licence plates and addresses because the abuse men face is usually not being raped or beaten to a pulp. But if you’re a pickup artist or a virulent incel, you’ll probably have a database of women you’ve compiled for reasons other than your own safety. Stop pretending that the stresses of relationships that men and women face are equivalent.

That app is an emergent property of decades of men’s grotesque behaviour. Technology has now put some power into the hands of women so that they can quickly and efficiently share info with each other, and you expect them to wave away that power and just let RNG dictate whether they have a normal date or a survival horror video game.

Fuck 4chan, fuck incels, the end.

Mount Hushmore

If you say it in the same tone of voice that Muhammad Ali used to tell Joe Frazier to sit down during that television chat show altercation, and while slowly unzipping your trousers in a manner similar to when a cop places his hand on his holstered Glock, it works pretty well.

When talking about the date with another human, DD/MM (+YYYY if required); when doing anything related to the sorting of files by date, YYYY/MM/DD.

Judging by the difference in hours played between OP and the Geometry Dash review, I assume the comment became a copy pasta. Not sure what the original comment referred to though.

What exactly happens to salt that makes it “expired”? Some sort of mould from the air growing on it or something?

1. Always turn up to social gatherings with pocketfuls of Babybel cheeses
2. If #1 doesn’t clinch it, it was never meant to be

The Montreal part has me laughing like a hyena, and I don’t know why.

If you get both top and bottom surgeries, you wraparound to the other end of the spectrum like Pac-Man and you’re just cisgender again.

We have hot shites to show you.

😭 I corrected it now