This meme makes no sense because SMB93 is a masterpiece.
Blocked and reported for using naughty words.
Amen to that, broster.
I’m lucky that my wife is enby and a similar size, so was happy for me to try on some of their clothes. Long story short, Vinted has enabled me to build up a small wardrobe of dresses, skirts, and pretty tops that I wear most evenings. It feels nice to feel pretty.
I’m basically Captain Shakespeare.
Ain’t this the truth.
I’m a cis guy who likes to dress feminine around the house, and figured I’d paint my nails sparkly red and green for Christmas. Went into (my very masculine place of) work with them and got a depressing amount of comments asking if I’m gay, or expressing concern that I might be.
My dudes, it’s painted nails. I’m not trying to rail you all. Not least because my standards are far higher.
“I once worked with a guy for three years and never learned his name. Best friend I ever had. We still never talk sometimes…” - Ron Swanson
USB-C > Ethernet dongle like a true Network Master.
If this is British - and it does look like British tapas - then that could well be a Chicago Town frozen mini pizza. They’re…not great, but they are convenient.
Britain is where the Canuckians got that from. Our colonies ranged very far and very wide, and for that we’re very sorry.
Sorry.
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This puts me in mind of this classic.
It don’t sometimes though.
They’ve brought the hammer down on this. I was happily ‘traveling to Ukraine’ with my Apple TV to watch YouTube without ads for the equivalent of around £3 a month for over a year. Last month they canned our Premium.
I use yt-dlp to download my subs into a Plex folder now. Fuck ‘em.
If you’re trying to install a newer version of macOS than your Mac will allow, then Opencore Legacy Patcher is your friend.
Yeah, it makes no sense to me, a 44 year old English guy who was taught metric at school, with a little imperial because our society still uses it in certain places.
In essence, I think it’s because the Boomers still have a stranglehold. Few years back there was a story about a sign put up in a park somewhere announcing the distance to a local attraction in metres. Some local boomer kept removing the sign, or changing the distance to yards or some shit, as if the sign was meant only for his use.