And God forbid you move too fast for the machine to keep up! Fucking “modern” technology.

Spying on the pussy next door.

Absolutely this. Roombas are like stupid puppies; you think you have the house roomba proof, only to come home to find it stuck in some obscure corner, whining pathetically.

There is a ton of shaming done. Politicians, ceos, newspaper headlines bitching about how no one wants to work, how people need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps, how a major economic depression with 50% joblessness will teach workers to appreciate their jobs and their bosses more.

While at the same time telling us to stop buying daily coffees and making avocado toast. Just another way to fuck us up.

I miss these being as ridiculous as headlines got.

Who eats their hotdogs cold?!

It’s a self deprecating joke about having seasonal affective disorder.

Not sure about the floor, but wearing gloves helps limit how much moisturizer evaporates vs gets absorbed into the skin. For really dry skin, using lotion or cream before bed, then wearing gloves while you sleep can be very helpful.

I bet he practiced in the mirror.

How did he think putting a smartphone in the fridge would get the sim out?

“some images, many depicting graphic scenes of violence, self-harm, murder, rape, necrophilia, child abuse, bestiality and incest.”

Yes, people should absolutely be paid more, but there is no amount of money that can shield a person from the trauma caused by seeing such images.

I think there should also be some hard core investigating into how the companies got such material.

Push me…

Thank you. You are very kind and thoughtful. I am in a much better place.

It can’t be any worse than what I did. TMI alert.

I was in a psychiatric ward in my teens. Around that time, I also had major issues with pooping in strange places. I didn’t poop for 11 days! Don’t ask me how I wasn’t in pain, but somehow I just shut off my rectum. Mom finally came to visit me, and we went to a restaurant for lunch. I guess I felt safe enough with mom near by (no, not in the bathroom with me), because I finally couldn’t hold it. I crapped so much it was literally piled over the top of the water. Plus add toilet paper, of course it clogged. And it was the only toilet in the place. And when I came out there was a HUGE line of people waiting (no clue how long I was in there). I told the person in front of the line to wait because the toilet was clogged, then went to ask for a plunger. The counter person said they would take care of it, so I went back to the table. I don’t have the slightest clue what happened after, but I thank God this was before everyone had cell phones. You know that shit would have been all over the internet!