

Yep. I’m not the type to get tattoos but if I was I could do a whooooole lot worse than visiting the tattoo artist who did this one.
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Yep. I’m not the type to get tattoos but if I was I could do a whooooole lot worse than visiting the tattoo artist who did this one.


This is a good example of horrible taste but pretty good execution


The one and only upside I can see to a foldable phone is that it might finally be able to thwart my shitty superpower of always being able to accidentally unlock my phone in my pocket and pocket dial people or pocket open apps or pocket close browser tabs.

The horrors persist, but so do I.
Also, Al Swearingen had a relevant line in Deadwood
Pain or damage don’t end the world. Or despair, or fucking beatings. The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man, and give some back.
Clearly this isn’t the healthiest way of coping with things, but sometimes I’m not in the right frame of mind to process stuff optimally, and so I think of lines like this one.


I use Voyager.
When I see people posting stuff I don’t want to see but can’t otherwise easily filter (based off link domain or keyword in post title or community name), I will downvote. Once I see a user account with enough net downvotes, that’s a cue for me to consider blocking them.
This works sorta well for me, but someone else’s experience may vary.


Well, she was presumably already aware of at least some of the affairs. He mentioned that one of his affair partners at work got angry at him and came by his house with a baseball bat and broke all the windows on his car. I knew the affair partner, and she later verified this story, and added that she’d paid about $500 cash to cover the deductible in lieu of getting the police called on her.
Also, I didn’t have any way of contacting her outside of him, and his facebook was locked down enough I couldn’t positively ID the wife’s account.


I was friends with a guy at work for several years, then suddenly the only thing he ever wanted to talk about was how much fun he was having cheating on his wife with various women in our office (2k employees). So I just stopped responding or reaching out.
Executive dysfunction broccoli