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happy priDEMONth

they’re foreclosing on my mind palace

The Ikea biphobia couch is the funniest thing that's ever happened. We found it gang. Nothing will ever top it in terms of being funny.

The what???

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I don't know what to tell you man.

The context was "let's hire lgbt designers for Pride Month and not interfere with their authentic voices." This was not Ikea making a bisexual couch, this was Ikea fully funding and backing a bi person's cringe phase

resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that

Sorry to get serious on a joke but this is why using Unique passwords site-to-site is way more important than having complex passwords or changing them frequently. Chances are much lower that your, say, bank, is going to have a data breach that exposes your password. Never impossible, but pretty low. But if you sign up for some random retail site with the exact same login details, and that site has a data leak... People take those login details and try them on every higher-target site possible. Your best defense is to not have those login details match up. That's why it matters

So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess

@/teaboot

This isn't even a joke it's just what we do

No, it is not too much to ask for. You're asking the wrong person.