true, i do love the crust, and i don’t know how that stupid shit got started in this country with throwing away the crust and/or cutting it off your sandwich. but i go against the american grain (lol) in many ways

wtf advantage does this thing have over just having security cameras? if i was a burglar i’d look for houses that had one of these just so i could break in and smash it. i wouldn’t even steal anything

the fact that trump took the white house shows that literally none of these things matter if you’re a ruthless conniving wannabe con man who uses threats, intimidation, and straight up cheating to attain to positions of authority

lol “you know what the world has gone far too long without?”

“…uh. what”

“BREAD THAT’S ALMOST 50% AIR”

“the fuck?”

as a former public librarian, i can tell you there are absolutely boomer losers with nothing to do who will sit there and make sure someone’s enforcing it. so fucking glad i work at an academic library now and no one can say shit when i put they gayest books in existence on display

NSFW

if there are cats, there are probably raccoons and/or possums, i’m skeptical that anyone who knows this would leave that on the porch overnight

if you’re interested, keep an eye out for this book City of Darkness

man = male, iron = Fe > __________

you’re right, i admit: i would like everyone to care less about clothes and other superficial crap, and argue about it online. usually when i’m drunk, which i am.

sober me knows this is a battle of snowballs vs fireballs, but fuck it. it’ll make me smile, thinking of you getting red in the face mad every time you go to 7eleven and see an asscrack emerging from pajama pants

ok. this still doesn’t explain how “sharply dressed” casual is different from “business” casual. don’t tell me–i don’t care

We all live in this world and we should take consideration for others.

this i agree with.

but then you take the liberty of speaking for the entire world:

No one wants to see you in private clothes, no one wants to see “Juicy” written on your arse, no one want to see your gut hanging out, no one wants to see your huge cleavage going to your bellybutton, no one wants to see your arsecrack.

you are speaking as if your opinions are/should be EVERYONE’S opinion, which you’re free to believe, but it’s a dumb opinion that i shit on. more information . see also: “nO oNe ShOuLd HaVe TaTtOos!!” “nO oNe ShOuLd BrEaStFeEd In PuBlIC” etc.

i’m not telling you what to think. i’m saying you’re in for a miserable life if this is really what you think. and i have zero sympathy. and i can tell you 2 things: 1) i have plenty of self respect, and 2) i can’t think of anything i give less of a fuck about than having YOUR respect

it’s not a lack of self respect. it’s a lack of give a fuck what you think about my clothes. if anything, that’s more self respect than trying to live up to someone everyone else’s “fashion” expectations, regardless of how I want to express myself. and what have you done to warrant me being obliged to wear what you think i should wear to the store?

“iTs SoCiEtAl NoRmS!”

indeed it was

it’s not the guide that’s bullshit, it’s the fact that distinct categories like “smart casual” (wtf is “smart” any kind of clothes anyway?) and “business casual” even exist. i sincerely hope i never get to the point that i can tell them apart. we need to push for LESS superficial bullshit culture, not the other way around

does not impress old people.

i agree, except in cases where old people need to buy a gift for their grandkids “hey, here’s a pen that’s also newfangledy sciencey stuff! grandkids will love this!!”

i think the ad is deliberately misleading old people at the time into thinking it’s something more than a pen that’s just like any other damn pen

if old peoples’ gullibility today is any indication, it probably worked back then too

fun is great, i love fun. just not people who think fun requires bright colors

i wear nothing but black and grey specifically to repel people who are entertained by bright colors

every one of those dudes looks like a fucking wiener