Right? The point she’s making had zero to do with being a woman, and she didn’t single out men, but some dudes really love to tell on themselves.

He was worried one of them would overthrow him. Which they did, so he wasn’t wrong, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t chew the kids, since he ate a rock in a blanket instead of Zeus/Jupiter. Goya’s depiction might’ve been more successful.

For everyone who is not Saturn, eating your children is really not recommended though.

I don’t have meat, I just think penne is the worst pasta.

It’s not penne, and that’s a hill I’m willing to die on.

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Oh my god, finally. I’ve been wearing my Internet Cringe Police shirt all week and you’re the only one who has thanked me for protecting the American people with my life or my wifi or whatever.

My area has near constant posts about a vehicle driving by someone’s house, accompanied by blurry footage of absolutely nothing of note, and half the commenters are convinced that it’s for a crime and the other half are like, “you know this is a public street with other residents, right?” God forbid a realtor ever takes photos for comps. It’s the fucking mafia, out to steal all of Janice’s lawn ornaments, obviously.

It’s just an absolute black hole of suck, but I work for a nearby city, so it’s a good way to find out if there are resident concerns that aren’t batshit crazy, so I keep my account active. I can only tolerate about 5 minutes at a time, though.

Some did point that out - about 200 other comments fell all over themselves to thank him and blame “kids these days,” though, so it was pretty much the worst. My ex-husband spent a couple decades in the military, and he was suuuper uncomfortable being thanked, so I know that attitude is by no means universal. It’s just cringey as hell.

Brb, bout to post this on nextdoor and watch all my neighbors fight.

Seriously though, this dude made a post on there today about how he’s “been wearing his army gear the last few days and no one has thanked him for his service.” I would walk into traffic if I was ever that embarrassing.

An A2 and a B3 please.

That’s too many leches. The leche to cake ratio would be all wrong. I could maybe be convinced to do tres y medio, cuatro leches at the most, but no more.

Nuh uh, if you take even one advil, you’ll get pregnant and die! Your liver will fall out of your body and you’ll be on the streets, suckin dick just to buy the generics.

Leftover pizza is and always has been a valid breakfast choice, and I’m not going to be the kind of pedant who says that’s fine but other pizza isn’t allowed.

Completely unrelated, I ate half of a pizza for breakfast today.

My religious family gave up on the “you’re a sinner” lecture after I made it super clear that A) I don’t care and B) I’m not going to argue with them about it. If I got mad or tried to fight about it, they LOVED that shit, but being like, “yup!” and throwing some finger pistols their way and they don’t really have a response besides telling me to not sin. But they can only keep that up so long when you’re like, “oh no doubt, Uncle Fuckface.”

I mean, I also don’t talk to them anymore so that really solved the problem, but the cheerful agreement that I’m for sure going to hell got me through my teenage years/early 20s. Surprise, I didn’t get less queer even after all the lectures!

The government does issue passports in people’s preferred gender. They got rid of the requirement to have any kind of medical documentation a few years ago. Maybe he’s trying to stop that, along with being a total fuckin douche in general.

A few years back, I found my old ThinkPad that I bought used in about 2000 and it still worked, homemade Hayden Christensen background and all. I was so upset by evidence of 16 year old me being horny for Anakin that I almost threw it against the wall, but it probably still would’ve worked.

He’s really not. Most political cartoonists at least try to keep their point simple and based in fact. Ben Garrison doesn’t care if he’s lying, and his point is usually so much of a reach that it’s impressive he didn’t hurt himself getting to it. Not to mention his love of way too much text. If you have to explain the “joke” that much, maybe rethink it.

God, he is so bad at the thing he’s chosen to do with his life. It’s honestly embarrassing.

My sister’s dead, so definitely her.