No matter what size you are, you can wear a jacket with as many pockets as you want. Travel cheaper by looking like an vaudeville ex-army doomsday prepper with all your underwear stuffed into pockets of oversized cargo pants, three layers of socks and an entire towel as a toga shirt over your other shirts.
Pro-tip: If you have a greasy paper bag they’ll think it’s food and won’t charge you for a carry-on.
Is this how I learn Pope Francis is dead?
Well done. What materials did you use?
I’ve found much more genuine, honest discussion on here than other platforms. More people say thanks when someone corrects them. I feel like I’m talking to reasonable adults, for the most part.
Is this an angelfire website in the 90’s? Who the hell thought a background amalgamation of moving images was the best way to present printed media?
I just can’t with these websites anymore. I find it almost impossible to read when there’s a embedded video as it is.
I’d say it’s about that, because that is one of the things that group is about, the group this person wants to join.
I donno man, I’m no authority on morals but all things being equal I’d rather be around someone who doesn’t share their girlfriend’s sexts with their buddies.
Do you believe someone can’t be internally motivated to encourage and uplift their peers, or at the very least feel guilt when they laugh at someone’s expense?
Just wondering because I was like that: I told racist jokes, had plenty of similar friends, thought trans people were fooling themselves, and anyone who challenged me was pretending to be offended. I was obviously fine because I had good life.
Then I got older, met more people, learned more stories and when my old friends made fun of the new ones, I felt off about it. Decided I would rather hang out with the people who accepted everyone, made me feel good, and were still funny, just in a different way.
I still feel awful about the things I said and did and kinda wish I had noticed the signs sooner. While I was embraced by one group, I was being excluded from others and didn’t even know it.
I donno man, live your life the way you want.
Naw, I only just got my pals into Lemmy. Glad to know there are other havens out there, though.
Not so much a bad person as someone who vehemently opposes opportunities to be better.
I suddenly feel better about my group chats, it’s all gay memes, positivity and anti-capitalist revolution.
And he decided to give up carbs part way through.
Everything else is understandable. Cat cleaning itself, lots of mugs, sock on the floor - par for the course.
It’s the two thirds of a donut on a fork that got me.
Speak for yourself. Gimme that drama free dick.
I send weekly complaints to the town council about how we can’t keep chickens. If people can have chickens in freaking downtown Vancouver, everyone should be able to have chickens.
From where I live I can look across the water, sighting distant shores, and declare “A mad man rules there.”
His films are classics and still fondly remembered for a good reason, he didn’t shy away from the hard life lessons. Sure, we don’t always get a happy ending, but kids deal with death, sickness, loss and bad people all the time. They need media that shows they’re not alone.
Rock-a-Doodle was the shit, so many unhinged lines for a kids movie and Goldie was definitely a prostitute. “If I killed my nephew, would that be murder or charity?”
The one downvote on all the comments implying OP is a twat are the internet version of a frowny faced child stamping his feet.
There’s plenty of space on your shoulders and head.