captainlezbian

The kids are wrong

Ooh it's been too long since I've had a nice big plate of fried clams with a mayo based sauce

If that doesn't work learn Dvorak

Oh a clam and mayo sandwich would fucking slap

When buying used you shouldn't trust any dealer at their word. When buying new yeah you should be able to trust the oem. Unless you buy American, then caveat emptor, don't know why you thought Ford suddenly started using quality control.

Why are they advertising the mineral asbestos in asbestos magazine? Surely nobody is reading that publication because they're on the fence about the stuff?

Try a live boot of nobara to see if it works for you

Idk. Sure compared to 25 years ago, it's better, but autocorrect on phones is much worse than 10 years ago.

Congrats on leaving Ohio, that's the good ending of mine as well

Met my wife at a dungeon. Shot my shot at two women at the same time and the fool who thought it was charming even managed to get tricked into marriage.

Met my best friends by answering an ad looking for other lesbians to play d&d during the pandemic. Those of us who showed up and stayed wound up forming extremely strong friendships.

Hell beyond sexual violence in conflicts, H. sapiens has a long cross cultural tradition of using marriage to seal peace. Sex to resolve conflict is also present in one of our closest extant relatives (the bonobo), though not in their closest relative. We know very little about Neanderthals' behavior. We don't even know to what extent their behavior was cultural vs instinctive. If prior to reestablishment of contact sapiens were sending daughters as part of peace (as we did until relatively recently) while Neanderthals were sending sons and nobody wanted to fight over this difference you could wind up with an entirely cultural reason for this split.

Topics like these greatly sadden me as I think of all the cousins we killed before we even had the technology to write about them. What a fascinating world it must have been to have other members of our genus around, and how sad none were in any of the places we reached last.

Yeah it's the domesticated variant of shock humor.