Funny story (to me at least). My dog has different barks for different animals that come by at night. Her bark for opossums is high and excited, and her bark for raccoons is meaner and growlier. One night she started going off, and I was initially confused, because her bark was kind of a mix of the two. I go out to tell her to knock it off and on the fence is the biggest fucking opossum I’ve ever seen. It was probably 25 pounds at least. No wonder she was confused!

I just got done paying ours off. As much as I covet replacing it with something else, I’d rather spend the money on other things. Plus part of the reason we bought it was to be more eco-friendly (yes, yes, I know all of the arguments) and buying a brand-new car just cause I want to virtue signal is not eco-friendly.

Someone I know who loved her cat in a way that I don’t understand, and I love cats, insisted on showing me a picture of the expensive, elaborate silk-lined coffin she got for her cat with the dead cat lying in it. I… yeah.

lol we have jeans with zipper flies too. Wearing some right now!

I had a friend in college who said it made her super hyper, so I believe it. She was responsible by that point being an adult and all, so she was quick to ask and avoid it.

Diversity equity inclusion

Man none of my dreams ever make sense. They’re not usually true nightmares, but occasionally. They’re never fun or relaxing, they’re always a little bit WTF, but somehow my brain still tells me, yeah sure, this is all real! And then I wake up confused. Always been that way. I’m jealous of people who have nice dreams. I’d rather have none at all rather than the junk my brain throws at me.

I know it means nothing but, as an American, I’m sorry for the havoc our political system wreaks on your feed and on the world in general. We’re not thrilled about it either, typically.

Yeah that made me question whether I was right or not, honestly.

Went through my comment replies, only one I found was @FlyingSquid@lemmy.world

Is that…Rick Steves?

To be fair, most English words aren’t even really English

The guitar one made me physically cringe because it felt the most damaging. The camera and eyeglasses can be cleaned; the orange juice could be thrown out and replaced. I suppose you could restring the guitar but it just feels like there’s a potential for further damage somewhere on the bridge or the other parts I forget the names of.

I got this exact same one. WTF?

Yes! Pretzel buns are the superior bun for holding a burger in your hands. Definitely needs moisture from the other ingredients though. Also they have great flavor. I’m personally not particularly fond of the overly sweet brioche buns.

I still have mine (need it occasionally for work, I’m tied to the work account) but I deleted the app from my phone several years ago and not having it there has really helped me not check it. I never check it. Every once in a while I’ll log in to do something for work, see that three parents from my kids’ school sent me a friend request, accept those, and then split. I’m not sure why I bother; guess I don’t want them to feel shunned but it’s not like they’ll reach me there.

The worst is when someone is sharing their screen in zoom and then complaining about the lag in Chrome, while you can see the 80+ tabs… I even mentioned it to someone once but did she close them? No. Of course not.

My dad doesn’t swing to the left when turning right, but he does take the turn as wide as he can so he doesn’t have to slow down as much, for instance. Being a passenger in his car is nauseating.

He was an old-school republican and honestly pretty liberal overall. He’s still far from MAGA as far as I know.

And we love you for it.