There's is nothing, and I mean nothing, more humbling than trying to figure out when to put your trash bins on the curb when there's a bank holiday.
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There's is nothing, and I mean nothing, more humbling than trying to figure out when to put your trash bins on the curb when there's a bank holiday.
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Be a neighbour for the next 1,352 days
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Why was this marked as 'potentially mature content'
#it has passed the security check
I had to scroll through my likes to find this again bc I think about this every single time my cat smells something now
There's something kind of awesome about if you're at a party with your friends and someone brings out a card game or board game, everyone tries to start playing it but you don't even get past the instructions because everyone's just too busy having fun talking and being together. Like yeah we could probably have fun with the game but we're already enjoying the company and it sits there on the table half-prepared. The game doesn't mind though, as long as it gets to hear laughter its happy.
Tumblr once again coming up with a feature I’m not gonna- hey whats going on back there
I'm glad that people are still having fun on tumblr even after we found out about the frightening ghoul that reblogs posts but doesn't say anything
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How did that one day boycott go
Why are you pantsless around your cat? That seems really weird to me
Like I don’t mean to shock you so maybe sit down but my cat is rawdogging his whole little life dickballs naked, so
m,y tuube:)
The creator of these images is Matt Bernstein, one of my favorite educators online -- he makes incredibly clear, forceful collections of information like this one. He's queer, has fantastic nails, and has done a lot of education recently from his perspective as a Jewish person on why supporting Palestine is so important. Here's a link to this post, which he created for World AIDS Day on 12/1/23.
ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
FETCH ME NEIL
More autistic bf posting today he bought a book about gnomes and got home and immediately started reading it its been 10minutes of silent gnome learning
losing my mind at this article about a guy trying out the meta verse
[ ID: Three cropped screenshots of text that read as follows.
A man in a beanie approaches me. His username is Impala-expert. I ask him whether it’s Impala the car or impala the animal. This seems to confuse him.
“Lotta sweet-looking ladies here tonight,” he says as a woman, or at least an avatar of a woman, goes by in a crop top.
I ask if he’s concerned at all about being tracked. With Zuckerberg, you can’t rule out the possibility that the whole metaverse is some sort of Matrix-style life-force drain. (A Meta spokesperson assured New York that “privacy is an integral part of our product design, and we offer privacy controls that put people in charge of their experience.”)
“People always hating on Zuck,” Impalaexpert says.
“That doesn’t mean they’re wrong,” I say.
“I don’t know, man, I’m just here to have a good time and maybe pick up some MILFs.”
“Pick them up?” I repeat. “But what will you do with them?”
“Oh, I’ll do,” Impalaexpert says mysteriously.
Now I’m confused. We’re in virtual reality. We don’t have bodies. We don’t even have bottom halves.
Whatever his VR-MILF-hunting secrets are, Impalaexpert isn’t ready to share them. “Think I’ll chill out in the pool for a while,” he says. I watch him cross the bare space till he comes to the blue rectangle that represents the pool. Then his avatar is in the pool, so only his head remains over the surface, gazing unblinkingly back at me.
/end ID. ]
[ID: Later, I ask someone named Spaceangel7 what she would recommend to do in the metaverse, and she tells me she really enjoyed sitting in on AA meetings. "Are you an alcoholic?" "No." “Didn't they mind you being there?" "When they found out, they were pretty angry, yeah." / end ID]