I like finding and reading old zines, there’s an amazing mashup of pornography and counterculture and early tech wizardry geekiness to be found in late 90s and early 2000s zines that just can’t be replicated anywhere else.

If you tried to make them today, you would just be a poser.

My, my, how the turn tables.

Ruh roh raggy

I am terrified of the conversation thread that would make your username check out

I called it, “The first movie, Episode 4” to a Gen Z and they were very confused.

But not something a convicted murderer would say.

Weirdly, the thing that reminds me to wash behind my ears is that I saw a video where a guy killed another guy, and he almost got away with it, but several days after the fact, they swabbed him down for samples and found that a tiny bit of blood from the victim had landed behind his ears and in all the days since then he had not washed it off.

Now I don’t go around murdering people or anything, but for some reason that factoid pops into my head every time I take a shower.

And a good one is one that seems to be contextually relevant but turns out to be shit, whereas a bad one is just some sort of ooga booga caveman completely off topic reply.

I imagine you could crush up your tit tacs and sprinkle them in

What happens when you can’t pay back your tit loan?

That’s funny.

Literally taken down because somebody made a video about the video after the video was made, so of course they own the video they made the video on, because we live in the fucking upside down.

Could you imagine getting grounded from work for a week? That would be fantastic.

I wouldn’t be surprised if there is some, but I bet an entire gallon of hormone laden milk has less estrogen than the average trans person takes on the daily.

I would be surprised if it was even measurable in whole milligrams.

I would still be upset if she took a human-sized piss on the carpet. Like, no amount of rubbing her nose in it is going to undo that kind of damage.

I have encountered several people who gave birth to their first child at 13, and assuming that the generational issues that enable such horrific outcomes is not resolved, then it’s entirely plausible that a child born in 2001 could have given birth to their first child in 2013-2014, who would then be giving birth to their first child later this year or early next year.

Power is addictive, but its addictive properties are interesting because it becomes “normal”.

It’d be like every girl you’ve ever dated has H cups, and then you go out on a date with a girl with E cups and you’re like, “wow, she’s got small boobs”, when really her boobs are large, you’re just so accustomed to H cups that anything smaller seems small.

If you ever need a thought that confirms that the world is a sick and pathetic place, we are right on the precipice of a person being born whose grandparents were not alive for 9-11.

I think you’re missing the point.

People are people everywhere you go. Nowhere is free of people unless you want to be by yourself.

Lemmy and the Fediverse is not about only being around people that are exactly perfect for you to associate with.

It’s about not giving your thoughts, your mental energy, and your time to build an empire for someone else to profit off of.

I would do practically anything that isn’t evil for magic, so worth it in my book.

I picked up a copy of Thriller at the Thrift Store on Vinyl, and the exact same banana is plastered over the front of it.

I feel like somebody just solved a mystery, but at the same time made another deeper one.

Why is Andy Warhol’s banana on Michael Jackson’s thriller?