In Quebec I heard it more often but from older generations

Oh really? And how many dicks have you sucked out of spite? What sort of scenario would that even occur in? Where would one even find such a place!? Like what address!?

I’m digging the new Aztec posting

Outside, where grass is real and may be touched

The call is coming from inside the call

It was chaos incarnate

I love cartoon violence

Oh I do love a return to Florkposting

I’d say it’s more about retribution. There’s a craving for punishment against perceived wrongs.

I’m glad they kept the top of the glasses in frame so we know that this is from the community and not a hate crime

That sounds correct enough that I won’t bother checking the link

Actually, if you compare the example with the show it’s using the image from, there are several instances where the robot controls everything, and the 14 year old Japanese girl is just a soulless clone of your dead mom because your dad’s sad and horny

I’m not sure where the analogy fits in anymore but there’s also a penguin who lives in the refrigerator

Beautiful DS2 hitboxes

You can meet interesting people, but ultimately it’s based on superficial connections.

Typically, the cis woman experience is about filtering, while the cis man experience is about casting as wide of a net as possible.

You could potentially have a dick-pic free experience if you’re able to curate and filter enough, but be prepared for an exhausting or donging experience.

@PerfectDark@lemmy.world I WON’T LET THEM CANCEL YOU

I grieve not for what has been lost, but for what will not be found

So, fun fact, only the male calves are sold for veal to be slaughtered. Female calves may be kept to replace or make more dairy cows. As far as I’m aware, they don’t use the sun to kill any of them. Unless those bolt guns are solar powered.

I meant the term more as an expression, which would denote one’s personal lowest point, not necessarily how low a human being can possibly get. It might be possible to have a collectively agreed upon level of “true rock bottom,” but at a certain point I think it gets obfuscated - different circumstances and contexts might be perceived as worse or more challenging by others.

Straight white Canadian cismale here, because that context can be important. I went to a therapist in my early-mid twenties that was alright, but it was the first one that I got. She was a good help, but never got around to some fundamental stuff, and I realize now that I wasn’t fully understood. I think we didn’t like each other, regardless she did remain professional which was cool.

Second time around, when I was 30 and really hit rock bottom, I shopped around, and found possibly the best therapist I could get for me. She was incredible. I have developed tools that can get me through anything. I feel like I understand myself at the most essential depth.

I will always advocate for therapy in any form you can get it, in whatever way is right for you. I’ve been able to help a lot of other people thanks to the help I’ve gotten. I’m not gonna lie and say that I am able to solve everything, but I do take pride in saying that I’ve genuinely helped some people at least breathe easier through their issues.

Corinthians 69? Nice 😎