Tell me you haven’t smoked without telling me you haven’t smoked

My parents bought a Tandy hooked it up real early, without understanding what the internet was. I was given access to it at maybe age 9 and I got my first dick pic sent to me VIA SCANNER. Pre-digital camera era. Someone literally put their hardon in a scanner, closed the lid, and sat there while it scanned. Just to send it to 16, f, California.

I think you put it on the bottom of the urn and write your pet’s name on it. I have four tiny urns on my bookcase now and labeling them has proved important.

Sorry for your loss.

My whole Instagram feed today seemed to be about how white women focusing on anything other than the women currently getting genocided could shut the fuck up so I’ve been pretty bummed all day.

I don’t even know how to express how I feel about that. So, I should just accept unequal pay and getting talked over in my Monday meetings… because I’m at work, because I have bills to pay and a career to think about, instead of camping out in front of the Israeli embassy and making a scene all day? I just… idk man I’m tired.

Don’t get me wrong, I do care. But I also care about the men and children getting killed alongside the women. It’s a horrible gross genocide and people are starving. But I still need groceries and don’t need to be catcalled on my way to get them. I’m fucking bummed.

I run mint on a T460s and it works like a charm.

Idk about that. When I worked in a factory we always measured 510 g into our 500 g packages in order to avoid this happening. You’re getting ripped off and making excuses for it.

I deleted the entire taskbar.