It’s not even their company and just the suggestion here has their legal teams on high alert and ready.
It’s not even their company and just the suggestion here has their legal teams on high alert and ready.
“Oh c’mon. It’s not like that. I just wanna talk. We can talk about anything. The internet, attractive females, the matrix, the political assassination of your favorite celebrity. Anything.”
The disapproving and insulted look of a Canadian when you’ve done something so stupid that they can’t even apologize for it.
It’s when there’s no apology or jokes, just the look, that you know you’ve become the stupidest fucker north of these here prairies and bears ya know.
And that my good dudes, is how Erectus happens.
Does he look like a bitch?
Well, yeah. This ain’t Marcellus Wallace. Tump’s a bitch.
Not so much a company, but the small town I grew up in had pride days. It was not a real big or fantastic affair, but it was fun, and lots of people were out in the pride gear that I would have never thought for a second would attend a pride event. Even the hillbilly term of “gays days” was tossed around insert the redneck with good intentions meme by older boomer guys as they waited for rainbow soft serve.
I left when I was twenty. Even before then, constantly trying to get away from the redneck small town. My childhood here was miserable as a poc and as someone who was/is as socially well adjusted as bum pickles. Racism, Phobias for each color of a skittle, and a very entitled population where being a hate filled asshole was all but encouraged.
BUT! 23 years later i find myself coming back. Only been back a couple months and it seems like a much friendlier place than i remember and the fact that this event was in the downtown, advertised and endorsed by all the local shops, left me speechless. This is not the same place I left, but replaced by a much more optimistic and caring community.
And as a jaded old dude, the town as a whole, recognizing and celebrating, well that was meaningful as hell to me, and I am sure many of the kids who had to stay deep closeted because of the town they lived in, so many years ago.
Oh dude, what you need to do is start collecting video games.
As I grew up i found myself still playing. Not wanting to stop. Looking at it from a far more mature perspective than i ever had before and thought “Fuck it, horde video games” and these days it is on the same level as those who collect comic books. Can be seen as an albeit childish hobby, but is recognized as also an investment. I mean, my collection of video games is insured for more than new sedan.
Much like dad who collected hot wheels, mom has hutch of ultra expensive china, you have your games and can explain and tell stories in much greater and entertaining details than any tin car. I mean, explain Last of us, or Hentai vs. Evil, it’s gonna be a better story than “It’s a tbird”
"r/Horny is now a “Christian Minecraft server.”
That shit is genius. Not a fan of all this mess. But it has led to new and cool places while creating some funny as hell content with the fallout.
That was a delight to read.
like reading a rainbow.