That doesn’t make you a weirdo, that’s pretty normal. The weird Disney adults are the ones that have been to Disney A LOT and are obsessed with it. When I lived in FL I had a coworker that would drive like 2 hrs each way to go to Disney multiple times a week! She wasted all her money on Disney shit, and it was 50% of anything she talked about. Her husband even got a job there so they could be “more involved”. Those are the weirdos.
I saw Home Alone on TV during Christmas and the cheese pizza Kevin orders from Little Nero’s was $12 or $13. I’m impressed and grateful that I can still get a pizza for that price sometimes like 35 years later. Cheaper if I go to Caesars and pick up
It’s still a better price for what you are getting, but somehow a large Little Caesars pizza is only as filling as like three or four slices from anywhere else. I can easily finish it in one sitting. But you can’t complain about $5.55 for a whole pizza. And the “Hot-N-Ready!” signs have been making me giggle for 20 years.
I mean, I like them and also want to get them one day. So n is at least 1. In the end you should do body mods because you like them, not because others do…
I’m over 30 and can still read this, but I have an advantage since most of the terms originated in AAVE (excluding baka; I can thank being a teenaged weeb for that). I’m guessing gen x and any of the boomers left alive would be having translation issues.
Imagine finding a hobby that didn’t involve deadly weapons. Maybe one where you get a little exercise or create something useful or beautiful. Ever tried knitting? It’s more bad ass than pointing and pulling triggers.
I dunno, craftsmanship is genuinely cool but I’m pretty sure starting a bonfire by shooting it with dragon’s breath is more badass than knitting will ever be
if guns were a thing in Ireland that would totally be one of my hobbies, I find them quite cool from an engineering pov and shooting things is probably quite fun too.
Then a teenager being paid minimum wage for ten hours a week microwaved the hell out of them because they just don’t give a damn.
-1/10 stars … I wouldn’t return to this hotel, not because of the eggs but because the eggs are an indication of the overall quality of the hotel and it’s staff.
Like why bother at that point? No one is going to eat that egg and be glad the hotel gave it to them. It’s just going to be a bad experience just before they leave, and potentially put them off choosing the hotel again.
Ah you think darkness is your ally? You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it.
A more literal translation would be “Wait, you think darkness is really cool? You actually just leaned into (or stole) the darkness, you idiot. I’m serious. Not to brag, but I feel the darkness strongly, no lie.”
The 1950s sci-fi pulp author Fredric Brown wrote one of his (then) famous short-short stories about a man who came up with the serum for immortality and took it, but he had a cold at the time, and the germs also developed immortality and reproduced so much that his symptoms got worse and worse and eventually put him into a coma. After a while, his colleagues realized he’d never get out of the coma, so they just buried him.
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