How to explain away the signs of rough gay sex to your wife.

Another instance where the prison system is used as a warehouse for the mentally ill.

Being delusional, disconnected conservatives, they don’t realise that cunty is a compliment these days.

The jokes were the least-offensive thing about that fucking rally.

It should be pointed out that had the Holocaust and WWII not happened, Nazi Germany was still an unmitigated nightmare that no one but the Nazis themselves were enjoying very much. There were and are plenty of authoritarian and fascist states where genocides don’t happen, but which are nevertheless hell on earth for everyone who’s not a functionary of the state.

So even if you think it’s hyperbole to worry about extermination camps in the US, there’s absolutely nothing hyperbolic about a dystopian state coming into existence in which dissent and difference are crimes. Donald Trump and his band of dead-eyed sadists like Stephen Miller will do whatever they can in a second Trump term to bring such a state to you.

Nazi comparisons are completely justified.

Had he made these jokes anywhere else - like on stage at a dive bar, like normal - I wouldn’t care. But he did this set at a MAGA rally. Whether or not he was “just joking” is completely irrelevant. If I teleport back to 1933, speak at a Hitler rally and make jokes about Jews liking money, it doesn’t matter what my heart contains or if I have Jewish friends or enjoy Jewish cuisine or if I don’t have an anti-Semitic bone in my body. This is a package deal, not an individual comic’s shitty set.

Either Tony is a genuine scumbag racist MAGA cunt, or he’s just a stupid, thoughtless, imbecilic cretin who hasn’t got the willpower to turn down a stage of this magnitude regardless of the ramifications. Maybe a little of both. In either case, he’s a tedious tone-deaf dickhead.

Where there’s smoke, there’s a flaming hot Cheeto.

He said he didn’t realise the workers don’t stuff fries into the bag with their bare hands. I wonder if he realised this after having already serving up a few orders without first washing the shit from under his fingernails, being as they are perpetually caked in day-old diarrhoea every time he scratches his Depend-swaddled groin.

AIMP ^{[Windows/Android]} has been my Winamp replacement for ~15 years. I’ve never found a player that comes close to rivalling it.

P.S. I have no idea what the licence is for AIMP, I just know it’s free and is excellent. You don’t need Winamp.

I feel only slightly less ridiculous asking for Steam Controller support in games 😆 But I will keep asking because I fucking love that controller.

As in real life, it’s pretty sound advice to ignore, block or otherwise disengage from trolls and other forms of belligerents. Even in the '90s when I first started using the internet, the phrase of the day was “don’t feed the trolls”. But people just can’t help themselves. They will even reply saying “I know you’re a troll, but…”.

The Steam forums are a great example, where every other thread is a fake “is this game woke??” screed. The fact that you can be rewarded for being a cunt there with jesters (which translate into points that can be spent to buy profile items) just makes it a thousand times worse. You get ‘paid’ to be a troll on Steam. It’s insanity.

The only anti-troll weapon that works or is needed is oblivion. Let their steaming turd of a post curdle in solitude. Don’t even downvote it. Being downvoted is a victory for them, an acknowledgement that they exist and that they’ve gotten your attention and that they’ve annoyed you. Shadowban them from your mind. Block them so that no future posts of theirs will infect your screen. Report them so mods can remove/ban them. Just don’t engage directly with the post or the user. Don’t say “blocked and reported” in the troll’s thread/post. Just do it silently.

This story unlocked a hitherto forgotten memory in my brain of this video from an anti-gay conference:

https://youtu.be/T_nEzYwakrs

I’m still not sure if this dude was a colossal troll or if he was dancing in earnest with a complete lack of self-awareness. Either scenario is fine with me, and the world is a better place for it.

We grew up watching those dudes get butchered in increasingly-grotesque ways by a diverse conglomeration of psychotic murderers and animals, both natural and supernatural.

I’m good with my plain black t-shirt that’s long enough to serve as a dress because I’m fat and need uberlength shirts to make it over the curvature of my Moo Deng pregnancy and still have enough fabric left over to not leave me looking like I’m wearing a cummerbund made from pale hairy human skin.

Fat guy dress > being split vertically, starting at the willy, by an industrial saw because I unknowingly spent a summer afternoon in a swimming hole that once hosted a cruel gang of teenagers who pretended to befriend a lonely man with a deformity and subsequently caused him to drown in it by shoving him off the rocks into the water even though they knew he couldn’t swim.

This act is so profoundly counter to increasing pro-Palestinian sentiment that I have to wonder if it was the fuckin’ Mossad that did it.

This is the only way Bill Gates can go to the grocery store unaccosted.

This is what it feels like to be on disability even if you never go to the chocolate factory 😆

😆

I can tell if you’re Catholic or Protestant by the way you pronounce the letter H.

🤔

The prosecution team was 100% to blame for this little shit not getting what he deserved. I hope the litigants in the civil suit do a better job, but to be honest, they barely even need to try. Even I could put on a suit and walk in off the street and convince the jury of his liability in those killings. And that’s just using the evidence we had back in 2020. With these text messages, I could call it in over Zoom while driving around delivering pizzas for 40 minutes.

This is why I keep my front door key in my foreskin. Either I evade the pickpocket, or I make a new friend. I cannot lose.

As a younger man, I was able to unlock the door hands-free. These days, I need to fish the key out of my floppy beige KKK hood like a sock trapped in a duvet cover on laundry day.