Brian

it has been really depressing to see a bunch of pretty average hippie granola types become right wing conspiracy theorists from getting obsessed with ideas about body purity and cleanliness.

it's worth auditing your coffee roast preference once a year or so. i updated mine from medium to medium-dark.

before you find yourself storming the court after a water polo game, you should sit down when you are calm and collected and decide if you are really a strong enough swimmer to be doing it.

imagine what you could do with the time you saved if you switched from separate vitamins to a multi-vitamin.

congratulations to @standalone.bsky.social , who was selected among all people who did not favorite the post he made. he may claim his stickers in person tomorrow before 6pm. they will be in an envelope under my doormat.

it's better odds than if you fave the post.

make every day leg(ume) day. #beanlife #lentillife

everyone who doesn't fave the post is eligible to win a seahawks prize pack (a sheet of stickers i got in 1995 from kicker todd peterson at an autograph signing) #DoNotFaveThePost

here's a suggestion: flip around the channels a bit, see what they put on tv when they assume no one will be watching.

sometimes "you" gets translated as "it", makes for a very strange way of speaking.

watching another movie where the only pronouns that are in the subtitles are "i" and "he". a little confusing when "you" and "she" get replaced by "he".

looking for anyone selling 1 extra ticket for tomorrow's munch's make believe band show

they were probably the world's finest when they were founded. it's like my mom still calling me the world's cutest baby.

dad went to the metaverse and never came back

some people think "adding color" to a chord voicing means using an inversion or adding a 9th or 11th. they are wrong. it just means playing a purple guitar.

this song was my ringtone and it went off during a mass shooting at a mall. my clothes were covered in blood. i was there to return a video game, but they'd only give me store credit, so i didn't have any cash to buy new clothes even though i was in a mall. the store did have some video game shirts.

every saturday i put my beats by dre pill bluetooth speaker on her headstone and play "every rose has its thorn" on repeat for her until the battery dies. the manager of the cemetery has asked me to stop when there is a funeral going on.

let everyone know that us real patriots are holding a synchronized pants shit at noon eastern/9am pacific on president's day to show our support.

excited to give your sweetie an invisible touch shirt but as you hand over the gift you notice that the only pictures taped up in her locker are of peter gabriel and gabriel-era genesis.

"i never knew you could make breakfast cereal at home, it was really delicious - i loved slurping up the milk at the end of the bowl, it really tasted like a milky crab boil"

oyster crackers look like chex or corn pops, just eat them like cereal with a cup of coffee in the morning.

(great chewed, don't swallow whole)

"scruffy, sturdy, less excitable than other terriers with a no-frills or fuss coat, and well muscled rump"

don't need to walk into the restaurant. you can just get curbside pickup, enjoy the delicious food in your car, leave the bags on the ground as you drive off, like the movie theater or baseball stadium.

parents got a new dog and i'm trying to dissuade my mom from her impulse to give an animal that will eat its own poop and lick its balls the same name as a city or mountain range. it should be more like a clown or cartoon character.

look at those pies sitting on a window sill. sure looks delicious. say, if food is free, then you could just go ahead and take the pie and gobble it up. nothing wrong with it at all, as long as your return the pie plate.

no one can own food. the labels people put on things in the work fridge are meaningless, just an antiquated social convention.

it's door dash but for elongated penny souvenirs.

people have lost trust in Geddython, they are switching to Frippthon