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An invincible wolf man, who is like a wolf in every regard save for the fact that he can fly.

(Note: This might be misinformation)

  • Hope she has a daughter who grows the biggest dick you've ever seen. Like Shrek sunbathing.

  • Somethingsomethingsomething UNATCO? 😶

  • Sweet. Someone kill Charlie Kirk again just to piss him off even more.

  • Coke Zero is a newer diet option formulated to taste similar to original Coke, with the presence of a mild artificial sweetener flavor that is more recognizable to those who are sensitive to the taste. Diet Coke, on the other hand, was created decades before they had decent sweeteners. While it still has a sizable following of people who like it, Diet Coke tastes nothing like original Coke, and has a flavor more akin to the smell of hot plastic.

    This is pretty consistent across all brands now, at least from those that I've tried so far. The new Zero versions are much, much closer to the original formulas.

  • It really is something else. I should probably acquire one.

  • My pregnant wife asked me to get her a fountain Coke Zero from Costco the other day.. I paid for the thing and waited patiently for my empty cup. When I approached the dispenser, I found that all three Coke Zeros were out of order. I had no choice but to fill it with Diet Coke. It was the lowest Costco experience of our lives.

  • Oh, that is fancy, by the sound of it.. (and absolutely correct!)

    Google says they were produced between 1991 and 2003, so it checks out. I've also confirmed the "Community Stainless" stamp on the back for authenticity. She's a genuine Oneida Cantata.

    Oneida: a member of an Indigenous people originally inhabiting what is now upper New York State, one of the five peoples comprising the original Iroquois confederacy.

    Cantata: a medium-length narrative piece of music for voices with instrumental accompainment, typically with solos, chorus, and orchestra.

    These elves were from up-state New York.

  • My wife and I made the 32-hour drive to surprise my parents years back in 2018. I hadn't been home to visit for quite some time after having moved out of country. While there, I came across a particular fork that I realized I had favored my entire life and had all but forgotten about after moving away. It was completely unlike the other (albeit somewhat mismatched) forks in their collection. It featured four slightly shorter, slightly sharper tines, seperated in the center by a wider, deeper gap than found between the rest of them, and with fancier metalwork along the handle. As I held that trusty piece in my hand, I felt as though I had been reunited with something I never realized I had lost. It was like having a mannerism pointed out that you didn't realize you've been doing, but have grown hyper-aware of it now. This was my fork. This was an extension of myself practically worthy of a name.

    So I took it. Unapologetically. I simply informed my parents that I had found my fork, and then I took it. I carried it 1,794 mi (2,410 km) back to where she belonged, and I've used that fork nearly every evening of my life ever since, for the past 6 or 7 years.

    This is her here. Look upon her gently. See how she glints in the light.. They say that the elves have a special word for her, though I've never heard it spoken.. But I know how it sounds in my heart.

  • Damn, bro. I haven't thought about Carl in a good while.. And I used to think about Carl all the time. Tanks dere, Fry Man.. Preciate it..

  • You've got to be a real dick to dislike his work, and look at this!

    [NO DICKS]

    It says it on the sign.

  • Not to mention they're the two most nostalgic seasons, by a landslide. At least in regions that experience four seasons. There is nothing quite like the quiet promise of Spring after a long winter. One day you step out and warm sunshine is making your roof drip, and grass begins to show through the thinning snow. Familiar birds return and you spot the year's first vegetation poking up through the soil. You can smell the Earth again. You're flooded with memories of being a kid during the same months, lying out in the yard feeling that warm breeze blowing in.

    Summer creeps up and slowly wears you the fuck out. Most of the flowers dry up and the grass gets scorched. Everything looks like shit, and right when you get tired of it all and want to throw yourself off a bridge, you notice the leaves turning yellow at an alarming rate. Nights grow cold, mushrooms pop up, and you remember how pleasant brittle leaves sound rattling along the street. Things get real damp and take on that nutty smell of decay. Some primal part of you gets real amped up for the harvest.

    Halloween night brings with it the last echo of life, then the world grows quiet and dead. The frosts come and snow falls. Christmas is real cozy, and then a month later you're eyeballing that bridge again. Doesn't seem so high. Might be nice to throw yourself off it every now and again. Maybe this is will be the year..

    Then one particularly warm afternoon you hear the trill of a robin.

  • Years ago I was on 2C-B and lounging about in my brother's room, staring at a big glowing plastic moon I had bought for him as a joke, when somehow the word and concept of it sent me spiraling down a rabbit hole of cosmic realization. At first the moon (or perhaps my thoughts surrounding the moon) began to rotate like a planetary body, becoming a parent star in a galactic arm, and eventually the central mass of a galaxy itself, ever turning with long tendril arms orbiting around its perimeter.

    As the question of it grew, it became the universe itself, on a profoundly metaphysical level, and I came to the realization that every single living organism, both here and elsewhere in the cosmos, are not so much a part or some greater plan or design, but are instead just individual cells and appendages of recently awakened universe. One that has blinked its eyes from a deep sleep and has slowly become self-aware. And just as a child born blind will at some point use their hands and discover they have a body for the first time, we are tiny (but not insignificant) appendages of that universe discovering and exploring itself, trying to make sense or what it even is.

    I found immense comfort in the idea that there is no greater meaning to everything than that. We're just a part of something bigger that is at this very moment trying to make sense of itself, and I don't need more than that.

  • For years now whenever I submit bookings for potted plants/floral at work, there is an entry down toward the very bottom that reads "Flowering Planter 7in Ass" and it gets me every time.

  • "CHAARRRLAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEE!"

  • Carbon nanotubes are real? I thought that shit was invented for upgrades and repairs in No Man's Sky..

  • How are all these fucking idiots still confused that disliking the Israeli government has fuck all to do with disliking Jews? Do they know this, and just choose to make it about something more?