I have no idea how to use Discord. It scares me. I miss forums.

I watched a kid cook a steak on one in a dorm room and it was mind-blowing.

Is that what this is? I had to mute multiple people on my Twitter feed because this crap kept popping up on my TL.

We just got one in town, and I’ve been looking for an excuse for *awhile* now.

I bought Chrono Cross the day it came out, and I still can’t muster up a compliment that isn’t “Man, that music slapped.”

Closest he can get is a photo of him with his next wife that he met because his grandkids brought their friend to the playground.

I keep trying to think about what that looks like, but I can’t come up with an answer. He can’t just waltz back into a meeting of world leaders and be like “So, did I miss anything?”

I assume it’s similar to Barstool dorks saying Portnoy is actually a great man because he raised money for restaurants during COVID so it’s actually alright that he’s sexist and racist.

I wish I could get into One Piece. It seems like a neat world and I love anime.

I wake up every day annoyed that this absolute bastard is my senator  and frustrated that there’s apparently nothing I can do to change that because I live around people who are totally cool with her.

I don’t want want to have to have a conversation with anyone for any reason when I’m at a grocery store, so I’m going to continue to use self-checkout and not feel bad about it.

Right? It’s silly to have someone who hates diet soda to review a diet soda beverage. What a surprise she didn’t like it!

They don’t actually suck, though. I drink Zero Sugar Dew, and they pretty much taste like I’d expect it to taste. The problem with this review is they got someone who doesn’t drink diet soda to review it and - *shockingly* - she didn’t like the artificial sweetener.

I was going to say that he’s at least playing for the right city.

I don’t understand why people still think that all Batman can be is a gloomy edgy forever teenager.

It’s literally everything you could hope it would be and more. I feel nothing but sadness for the other 48 or so states that have no idea what a cookie table is.

No one is ready. All you can do is grab a plate and hope for the best.

I grew up in Youngstown, Ohio, right on the PA border and I spent the first 29 years of my life thinking everyone in America knew what a cookie table was.

Good.

Preach.