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It’s almost impressive how poorly this website has been run for this long of a time. I feel like you can’t even explain it by pure staff incompetency at this point, upper management must be truly out of their minds

afloweroutofstone

I think about this a lot

gay💚irl

browningtons-deactivated2018041

quaculaarchive

dont do that spongebob its christmas

theworsethingsgettheharderifight

I'm done yassifying I'm gonna start naurifying bitches now instead 🙅‍♂️

theworsethingsgettheharderifight

starting with ariana

theworsethingsgettheharderifight

shoutout to @burningdata95 for the only legitimately funny addition I'm mad I didn't think of first

funny-tik-toks

plainsonglady

I am feeling indescribable rage

wickedwonderlandd

Hm choosing violence on this day

mithli-archive

me

audrocur-deactivated20221128

wow millennials are glued to their i-phones and laptops so much they cant even be bothered robbing in person anymore!!! maybe these trust fund babies should stop phishing credit cards while sitting on their butts and go out there and put some elbow grease into their thievery!

thesnadger

weaselle

I know exactly what happened. Because it happened to me.

I trained for years to be a con artist. I told my friends and family that I wanted to be a magician, but that was just a cover for why I was constantly practicing sleight of hand.

In junior high and high school, I would shop lift a bunch of candy on my way to school, sell it to kids at the morning break, and use that money to run a crooked poker game at lunch.

Finally, when I was 19 or 20, I felt I was ready, and I picked my first pocket. I was on the bus, bumped a guy as I passed down the aisle, got his wallet, super clean.

In the wallet was several hundred dollars. A huge first score, I had been hoping for a couple twenties. I sat there looking at the, like, 400 bucks, thinking.

That was my rent at the time. We were both on the bus. It was likely his rent too. Lord knows the only reason to carry that much cash on the bus is you’re on your way to pay a bill. We were both on the bus, you know? That’s not someone I was comfortable stealing from.

I tapped him on the shoulder and told him “hey i think you dropped this” and gave it back to him with all the money still in it. It was the first and last time I ever picked a pocket.

Picking a rich person’s pocket is a loosing game. They probably have credit cards and not cash, those credit cards probably have the best anti-theft measures their bank can provide, and you probably can’t get close enough to those people to pick their pockets unless you’re already rich yourself.

The people who’s pockets you can reliably pick are the people around you. The people who are also on the bus, who are in this same shitty situation with you.

As wealth inequality becomes more drastic picking pockets has very clearly become “stealing from other poor people” and it’s not satisfying. I want to steal from Google and Apple and Fox and Facebook and General Mills and Hershey and Tesla. Not the person next to me.