That’s one of the things I respect the hell out of with Bill Burr. He says plenty of shit I disagree with, but also says lots that I strongly agree with. His opinions are truly his own and he’ll voice them to a reasonable point. He’s no one’s parrot.
Hell yeah!
I have procreated and passed off my genes, but it’s bullshit to tell other people that’s the point of being alive.
You gotta do what you feel is right. If nothing feels worthwhile, make the best of the ride!
Pikachu ex? More like Pikacheex, am I right?
Can you provide evidence for this
Oh, no, we’re in lemmyshitpost, so I was just talking shit about the absolutely insane marketing choice to try to sell them as “triangles”.
But here we are talking about it, so fuck me, it’s working.
That’s a very generous assumption for a company whose “flavoured, uhhh, triangles” can’t pass the legal threshold of the word “chip” or “snack”, let alone “tortilla”.
Hi, I’d like to apply for a mortgage. No, just a kid’s mortgage, thanks.
You’re right in that this is not how families should be. They should be people you care about and trust.
Your family does get a pass for being family; you maybe don’t share the same interests or lifestyle that would otherwise form a distance in childhood friends that eventually fizzles out, but with families this shouldn’t be the case.
But then sometimes your family members end up (or you discover) they are bad people. Yet even then you may stand with them as they sell drugs or rob people or even have killed people; they’re still family and what they’ve done can be understandable even if wrong.
Then there are Nazis and Nazi sympathizers, apologists, and supporters.
Families should stick together, but people also shouldn’t be Nazis. So here we are.
Oh no! #1 in cost of living and #1 in quality if life? And among the lowest poverty?
Do people really just need social support to thrive? No way! It’s gotta be stuff! Cheap stuff! That’s what life’s all about!
“I paid the most money to get the best truck and it can do anything. Ain’t no fuckin’ sign gonna tell me my truck can’t do it!”
Humidifiers.
It’s just a pool of water with a little nebulizer and a fan to blow the mist out a chimney.
Trouble is, they’re all made by the fucking plague demon Nurgle with the sole purpose of aerosolizing mold and bacteria by having the tiniest nooks and crannies than cannot be reached to be physically cleaned.
And before I get the “you gotta clean it with vinegar every week” comment, two points: