For the don’t-anger-the-sky-daddy religions, roughly the same as having a crazy aunt who gives 10% of her shit to a psychic or Trump. I haven’t experienced the be-one-with-the-universe religions being as exploitative, but I guess those wack Theravadan Wats don’t pay for themselves.

They’re good for those times when, you know, you want to eat 2,000 of something.

During COVID, I remember being envious of NZ’s government. Now I’m vaguely aware they were feeling left out and decided to elect their own Trump/La Pen/AfD/Sunak-style train wreck government.

I’ve been alternating between green & lemongrass+ginseng for a couple of months.

The definitive chicken dish is Chicken Tetrachloride.

I’ve got no beef with the noodles, but I feel like they’re all copy-pastas.

I know that Crowder is a right-wing shit-stirrer, and I’ve seen the meme a million times. Never had any idea that it was him in the picture.

As is Pennsyltucky’s “Y’inz.”

That description landed me on “Boomer Pete Davidson” which isn’t that far off.

The foundations of my French were built on puzzling out the backs of shampooing bottles while sitting on the crapper, pre-internet.

As a pentagenarian, I don’t love the fact that my shit stinks, but I’ve come to terms with it, and don’t expect it to change anytime soon. Same with racism in the South.

Welcome to Denmark.

If you accidentally upvote yourself on another platform, you could go blind.

Canada Episode 3: The Revenge of the Maple

I’ve seen some Scottish and Irish comedians who lean into that ‘r’ like they’re trying to kick a potato to Portugal.