Same.
Executive dysfunction be like.
Mentally ill woman in my late 30s.
I’m here to help!
(Formerly of lemmy.world and of kbin.social before that.)
Same.
Executive dysfunction be like.
Fuck! How did I miss the most unhelpful option?
And now I’m here to fight with both of you, not about what you’re arguing about, but I’m going to police your tone and call you both stupid because you didn’t argue in the arbitrary fashion I’ve determined is “correct!”
This is the least helpful contribution I can make, while simultaneously attacking you both!
Medium answer: you bet.
I told a story about how one of the only time I stood up to my awful mother was about this very thing.
I spent time complaining about Bush, and my mother would always whine that you “have” to support the president.
The minute Obama won, she came to me parroting some sort of Fox nonsense, and I engaged her for a while before realizing, “You have to support the president!” She pointed out that I didn’t blindly support Bush, and I answered that I believe it’s the job of all citizens to question their government (as I openly criticized Obama many times), but she believed you have to “support the president,” so when she didn’t, she was a hypocrite.
One of the few times I pushed back, and one of the few times she was actually silenced by logic. A memory I hold dear.
Or Stardew Valley getting new content 9 years later.
My old ass recipe has heaps of cocoa but the red comes from beet juice.
Always kills.
His name made me laugh.
Maybe cooking them is also a massive hassle?
He had a cauldron, sure, but I imagine preparing Smurf meat is meticulous with their tiny bones. Maybe turning them into gold was less of a hassle.
You all laugh, but this is a rare artifact known only to those of us allergic to corn.
This is the corny hand grenade of Antioch, and if you throw it at a person allergic to corn, we simply vanish from this plane.
Jokes on you tho. If you do that, you’ll miss out on my killer loot.
We can put a comfy sports bra on underneath so we don’t have to deal with the bouncing when we run away.
I’m like the whitest woman I’ve ever met. Maybe if a bunch of us make posters with glitter paint like we’re going to see a boy band and shower him with bras, our odds will go up both that he’ll get one and keep it long enough, and that they’ll assume we’re “harmless.”
…actually if we did the first part we could probably overwhelm them and free him.
I’m pretty sure that’s not even the same guy.
Or hair???
She wouldn’t let the fisherman look in her wooden box, so they came up with this while story about her being a foreign princess, married for convenience, and took an illicit lover, so they killed her lover and put his head in the box and set her to sea.
That is an insane amount of bananas details for “she has a box and won’t let us see what’s inside.”
I didn’t know that! Thanks!
Speak for yourself!
…I haven’t read the book yet.
I’ve only played a few minutes of Witcher 3 so far and even I know Ciri is an apprentice to Geralt! I said to myself, “I don’t know who these people are yet but I guess she’ll be the main character in a sequel.”
I mean… Marvin is highly entertaining.
But no, I wouldn’t want him actually around me.