Replace “sadly” with “it is unfortunate that” and you’ll generally get the right idea.

How did you do it? Do you have any tips? I really want to get out, because I’ll probably end up in a concentration camp too if I don’t. It just feels like such an enormous undertaking I don’t even know where to start. Every time I look at the process to immigrate to another country it always seems like it’s basically impossible for a retail worker who lives paycheck to paycheck.

It’s just a very good metroidvania. Gamefeel is good, exploration is good, vibe is unique.

Singular they. I’ve had this opinion since long before I even knew about non-binary people. Using “he or she” to refer to a person without specifying gender is clunky as hell.

Eeschay

Pretty shitty. I’ve just been in a really bad mood lately, and kinda felt like shit all day. And I had to close at work. I really hate closing.

Nah, I just tuck it behind my ear and eat with a weird little hunch and it’s fine

Yeah.

Honestly I see Brian Thompson as way worse than this hypothetical drug dealer.

Obviously, the drug dealer is bad: he’s effectively killed people by selling fentanylaced drugs (presumably without telling his buyers what they were actually buying). But Brian has effectively killed thousands.

In both cases I have sympathy for the kids. In the drug dealers case, I might not be crying my eyes out about the death; but I still wish some form of non-lethal recourse had been taken. This person’s death doesn’t send a very effective message, as most other people in his position have already accepted the risk inherent to what they’re doing.

In Brian’s case, non-lethal recourse wouldn’t have been effective. If he was left alive he would’ve just kept killing people for his own profit, but his death sends a message to others in his position. People who usually wouldn’t see any sort of consequences for their actions.

To spend time with the people I love.

That makes sense. It isn’t really super different from a Cincinnati style five way.

A couple of years ago my (now ex, for urelated reasons) partner got ahold of some molly. I was pretty new to drugs, but trusted her to keep me safe. We tested a small portion of it, and it came back clean. That night we took it with us to some club and did some lines in the bathroom.

Unfortunately, I was unaware that the chemicals in those test kits have expiration dates, and no one had ever explained the chocolate chip cookie effect to me. Either we just missed the chunk that had fentanyl in it, or those expired tests just weren’t accurate, but either way I ended up overdosing.

I’m told my heart stopped for about ten minutes. Fortunately for me, the boyfriend of one of the performers had narcan with him. I had collapsed in front of the bar, and woke up laying in the parking lot with a bunch of strangers crowding around me. My partner ended up bundling me into the car and driving me home. I’m pretty sure I ended up with some brain damage. Years later though, I feel like I’m pretty much recovered, fortunately.

Eggs existed long before chickens evolved.

Turkey, sharp cheddar, pepper jack and pepperoni on toasted whole grain bread with spicy brown mustard and just enough hot sauce to add some bite.

I’m horrified to ask, but what do you mean?

Well, if they were already going to vote for him, the only way to sway them is to not.

Honestly I’d probably just freak the fuck out, and they’d just find me panicking in my living room.

I’m from the US and I still get excited when I see raccoons. I love those lil guys.

Windows comes already I stalled on the HP laptop your mom bought. A lot of people have straight up never installed an operating system.

It still works. If I heard that my first thought would be “who are they racist against?”

Just a regular 'ol retail worker. I’m so glad Lemmy was here to save my lunch breaks from reddit.