• Vespair@lemm.ee
    211·
    9 months ago

    Thanks for defining the already very clear language for me! I can’t wait for his next tweet where he tells me that “I’m going to make a sandwich” means that the speaker is leaving their current location to move to a new location to stack edible fillings between two pieces of bread

  • Jo Miran@lemmy.ml
    101·
    9 months ago

    It goes a-one, two, three - yeah, and it’s just another B.O.M.B. track.

    And suckers be thinkin’ that they can fake this.

    But, I’ma drop it at a higher level.

    • Iapar@feddit.de
      2·
      9 months ago

      Every time I look up from the paper I see animals exhibiting irregular behavior

      Even though I know that it’s a warning I am back on my old shit again like any other morning

      Every time I peek out from the corner Birds are flying belly-side-up, fish are walking out the water

      Even though it seem legit I’m right here 'til the season dip

      I ain’t seen shit

      I ain’t seen shit

      Aesop Rock - Coveralls

        • PunnyName@lemmy.world
          3·
          9 months ago

          Understandable. I have a hard time expressing emotion thru text. And I do spend 20 hours a week for my job sifting and editing AI written articles. I’m sure that affects me.

    • jcg@halubilo.social
      4·
      9 months ago

      Save for a brief period in 2001 when I was off my bullshit I have been on my bullshit since '93

  • PatFusty@lemm.ee
    116·
    9 months ago

    When I was 8-years-old, my foster brother allowed me to play Super Mario 64 on his Nintendo. When I finally got the last star in Jolly Roger Bay, we both cheered a little too loudly, prompting my foster parents to barge into the room and whip me with a belt for playing video games when I, as a foster child, didn’t deserve to play anything other than Checkers or Connect-4. A few months later, my foster parents brought home McDonald’s and I thanked them profusely, as it was a break from the dry Ramen I was used to eating. They beat me bloody for speaking to them and locked me in my room (the water-heater closet) with nothing to eat but the pickles they picked off their Big Macs. Today, I suffer anxiety attacks any time I am forced to speak in a social situation. I know you were curious about “my bullshit” so thank you for asking

    • SturgiesYrFase@lemmy.ml
      102·
      9 months ago

      Man. Fuck those people. I hope they suffer badly before dying slowly. No child should have to deal with that shit, especially a child in Foster care who probably came from another abusive situation. It’s not your fault that they were walking trash, I hope you’re doing better. hugs