What claim? Straight argticle there. Are you triggered by their instinctive disgust?

It’s skeezy. It draws skeezoids and that drives away people who’d rather not play with skeezoids. Those people are customers.

Another way out. It’s a slightly odd one, but needing to know that you’ve got an escape route is a pretty standard trauma thing.

I can see cut-out socks being a fashion statement among a certain kind of dumbass choad. 

That’s tinfoil nut, not cynical grump. 

The more I see, the more I think Neal Stephenson was right in SevenEves with how social media played out there. [spoiler: really badly]

It’s a cathartic “holy crap, this guy really is as dimwitted and rambling and self-important as he appears to be” sort of thing. 

“There’s drool in your beard” “Ew! Is it yours or mine?”

I prescribe Yuru Camp. If Nadeshiko can enjoy instant trash curry noodles that much, so can we!

That raises another question: did Uber disable the Volvo’s emergency auto brake? And if they did, why?

But they’re not. Uber is about twice as deadly as the average driver, now. Google’s about twice as good. Don’t make the mistake of rolling all self-driving cars together.

She did not run. I know a car blog loves to victim shame squishes who have the nerve to get under your wheels, but fuck that.

Mouse Guard! No wait, Mouse Bard!

The money test is a nice one too: You see a £10 note on the floor. If you pick it up: you’ve got a cold; if you really can’t be dealing, ugh: it’s the flu.

I know a guy (as the saying goes) who does proper long-distance rides, centuries up to 600km audaxes, on one of these. If it works for you, it works (just like those vibrams).

You magnificent bastard.

Oh, *that’s* why my furry TL has blown up with snarkastic remixes. And here I was expecting hentai.

Zalgo! He comes!

Once he’s tried and bungled a few cases, we’ll know those bounds for sure!

Ah, the Feathers & Foetus! Since the group was the Inklings, I wonder if confused Splatoon fans have ever wandered in?