Yeah, you keep that blithe confidence, citizen. Until you IRL mention as an aside something about a catalog so niche & yesteryear that it may’ve gone out of circulation since… only to have a current copy silently show up in your mailbox outside not three days later, unbidden and without explanation. 😶😵‍💫

Consume. Capitulate. Compartmentalize. Cope. OBEY.

I didn’t know that was the preferred nomenclature.

Dyes*, assuming she’s not producing industrial spec “yarn”.

There’s a lot to unpack there, but I hear ya. 🙇🏽‍♂️

👀🤩

No worries, I was being hyperbolic anyhow 🤓🤪

From the Age of Enlightenment to essentially space flight, in a single career. 🤓🤌🏼

When I was much younger, the favorite restaurant my family used to treat ourselves to every so often had tables decorated with olde timey newspaper pages. Still very much legible and permanently preserved in epoxy, the advertisements fascinated me — even way back when (≈/< 1930s), the same kinds of “revolutionary” “exotic” “new” tricks that <insert expert title(s)> hate, etc. squawked their bullshit for the punters & mouth breathers. Hell, even Pompeii revealed it’s been going on for millennia… Same as it ever was. 🙇🏽‍♂️🤓😅

This game has been doomed since the SONY fuckery, NGL.

All good things.

What’s the over under on ol’ Rupert getting to it before anyone else can?

No one has to subscribe to cable television, FYI.

No one here seems to think we need to, son. Try soap.

You know that incels have a smell, right?

I’ll wait for the supercut, thanks.

IANAS, but it sure seems like most of these pig fuckers just went fully off-road genetically as soon as their two main external sphincters formed during mitosis, and focused everything else afterward on that core concept: Eat & Shit. (punctuation optional; creative emphasis, arrangement, spelling, etc. promoted)

Into two pigs? How often?

That’ll be the hermit, ironically.

Ahem. 🫣