

Yup. Was where I landed to drink.
He sleeps upside-down like a bat, and roams the woods of the upper Left Coast at night, foraging for wolves. It is known.


Yup. Was where I landed to drink.


That tracks. 😜


That tracks. Moose-like, even. No moose? Hockey unlikely.
Sorry, I’ve been watching too much Harry Vanderspiegel. 😜


Ohso, curling is jus’ call’d field hockey up’der, eh?
you’re taking what up the where?
Hey, now, you’re genuinely appreciated around this here Lemmy place, so don’t go calling us “no friends”. 🥲
Ranked gets ganked. It’s nicer here in the shallows, anyway.
As long as they inspire you, relax you, give you room to breathe, etc., you’re not wasting your life — and anyone who pushes that propaganda is either full of shit themselves or benefiting from your distress (or both).
We are not our jobs. We are our own selves, and deserve the time to create entire worlds in our minds. 🤘🏼
And not just the therapeutic kind, either. That’s a recipe for absolute meltdown, and that shit ain’t pretty even without kids.
I’m trying to quit, honest.


Y’all’re so keen on ice hockey, you even invented a version for the audiences at home to play in their driveways with a coupla brooms and a clothes-iron welded to a big-ass rock. 🤪


Hell, it’s barely “popular” outside of the Midwest, eh? 🤷🏽♂️
Sounds like The Satanic Temple with more Jesus, but that’s a compliment of sorts — except the Jesus part. 😅


Maybe an advent one or two, depending on how many chocolates are left behind those little doors.
Don’t roll The Fugees into this. They may be 2/3 out-of-touch asshats IRL, but at least they’re not Reddidurs sloughing off that fetid cadaver like whiny pus.
Democracy™