Maybe he was invited, but the weather was too nice in Texas at the time.

people have this on their liver somewhat

Interesting, I’ve never heard that phrase. Are you a native English speaker, or was that brought through another language? I’m reminded of how in Farsi, the liver is used in phrases that most other languages don’t use it for. Like, instead of calling someone you love your 'heart", you call them your “liver,” but it carries the same intent.

Damn it, I went to flight school in that area, including using this airport. This means I might have flown over Trump’s house and not even realized it.

Well, at least now I have an answer for that “if you could go back in time and tell your younger self something” question.

Laughs in vampire

Amen

People who treat the law as a suggestion often think everyone else thinks the same way. I’m sure that to him, everyone is doing illegal things - and considering the company he keeps, that belief makes sense. Everyone he knows lies, so he fits right in. Following laws, telling the truth, being a decent human being, to him these may well just be façades that people put up, but that nobody actually holds themselves to. That’s the world he’s always known. Full and true moral bankruptcy.

I went to Down Detector last night about this. Holy shit, that comment section was something else. It’s clear where all the teenagers go when YouTube is down. It’s also clear that DD doesn’t have the moderation to handle massive influxes of them.

Character tilts head down and smiles as their glasses turn opaque.

Oh shit, someone has a secret

By its name, that’s absolutely what you should do.

All bow to the king.

Ugh, the pro-ICE propaganda reeks. The tone of this article makes me feel like I need a shower.

Ooh, have a link so I can see what it looks like?

I’ve been using the metal ones for years, but only recently found a way to clean them. I hold them with pliers and use a small blowtorch (the same one I use for heating resins.) It burns up the residue surprisingly quickly. It does make a bit of a smell, and since the metal gets super hot I’d recommend doing it over a sink for safety, but hey, it works.

I went on a date with a guy who used these. Problem is, I use a metal mesh filter on my piece. When he went to light my pipe, the metal reacted to the electric charge and popped out, scattering burning weed around the floor.

Yeah, no, I’ll stick to regular lighters, thanks.

Oooh, so that’s how ICE agents are born. Dripped from a German gargoyle’s ass. It all makes sense now.

This explains all the people who react to someone else’s depression with, “Why don’t you just think positively?”

My friend, if it were that easy for everyone, depression wouldn’t be a thing. When I’m off my Lexapro, literally any given topic can be driven to a depressing topic. Cute kitten pictures? Now I’m sad thinking of how short their lives are. Looking at flowers? Great, now I’m thinking about how many bees are dying. I can’t even look at the sky without thinking about space debris cluttering low Earth orbits or something.

Thank goodness for anti-depressants. They’re the only way I can derail the sad trains of thought that my brain drives me down.

I’m grateful that, when she was pregnant, my sister-in-law insisted that anyone who planned to interact with her kids got the MMR booster beforehand. I have no idea when my last booster was before that, but with all this shit going down I can feel comfortable knowing I was boosted within the last decade.

It’s astounding, time is fleeting

Oh hey fellow night owl. I woke up around 2:30am this time, a half hour later than usual. I must be getting better.

If only on one side of the body? A mirror, probably. If they’ve been used to treat phantom limb pain, maybe they’d work for itches too?

This reminds me of how my old dog used to like when you blew raspberries into her cheek. She’d push her cheek against your mouth to tell you she wanted more.

It all started because my brother’s a prick who likes to piss off animals. He used to blow in dogs’ faces to see how they reacted (and is the only person our childhood dog ever bit, in her entire 19 years of life.) But when he tried it with my dog, she liked it. Eventually it turned into blowing raspberries into the side of her face. Maybe she liked the vibrations? Maybe she liked our breath? Who knows.

Weird little pup, I miss her.

He literally has a “safe space” the way South Park imagined it? Poor Butters, going through all his shitty news just to find the rare, delusional comment in Trump’s favor.