Oh, the already-cracked POS? Cute, and predictable. 🤦🏽‍♂️

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Yeah… We’re living in the timeline where they already said that a number of times already. Final doesn’t exist in this profit-first culture, citizens.

Nope.

It’s funny how, with a little adjustment to the title, we have an even clearer truth: not sparing the rich will make climate change easier on the rest of us… 🤷🏽‍♂️

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Yeah, that’s only one of the problems that the whole set of fuckeries share between them.

And then they sell tickets to their hotel themed entirely on whatever regurgitated, reanimated corpse parts made the most money fall out.

I hear the RoP S2 already fucked Bombadil pretty bad. I couldn’t make it past half of ep 1, though. 🤮🥲

🤮🖕🏽

With 1 being such a steaming pile of half-assed tropes just plastered together, it’s no surprise.

Fuck off, bot

Ew.

That is entertainingly written.

The Boys is already Meet The Feebles. Any less Sesame Street, and it’s just early Jackson horror.

We should all do more of this, honestly! Don’t attack the people stuck in religions’ clutches, they’ve gotta do that work themselves — like we all have, at some point, to get here. 🙇🏽‍♂️

Years ago, while living with several of my best friends & fellow geeks in a huge house (9 of us, renting 5 Br), we had a sort of house rule that Saturday pre-noon was sacred chill time that the outside world wasn’t invited to. Some of us took it as sleep-in time (post party/all-nighter), others played video games to start the day, and one of us (our resident Sasquatch) truly embodied it by happily puttering around the house as unclothed as he happened to feel that morning. This was no surprise to any of us housemates of course, but it clearly wasn’t quite what the Hari-Krishnas expected when he answered the door in his unbelted King Richard bathrobe. To their credit, they didn’t back down in the face of this barely-adorned 6ft 4in 250lb Ukrainian minotaur… and he simply invited them back “some other time” that wasn’t our household Sabbath.

Fast forward a month or so: we’ve nearly forgotten about the gibberish carolers, when there’s a knock at the door and who do we have on our porch? Not one, but three little groups of soul-savers trying not to be too obviously nervous at their current experience: the Hari-Krishnas had returned, but apparently this absolute genius of a firbolg had triple-booked a meeting time with a pair of Mormon youths and a trio of JWs. They were all welcomed in, shown the utmost hospitality, and given all the time they needed to begin pitching their brand of mental handjobs. It didn’t take long before the gathered housemates & I were all but forgotten in their discussions of theological & dogmatic overlap/discrepancy — and I clearly remember this scene fondly. 🤣

Truly, we should have these sessions more often. 🤘🏽

Had me at Takeshi Kitano. 🥰

Also, I’m a complete sucker for a coated Xolo, NGL. 😱🥹

Compared to the shameful Furiosa splurt of an attempt that looked more like an after-school special on lunch subsidy…

The Crow died with Lee. Like father, like son.

Public Service Announcement: it’s also always “free to keep” without installing the totally-not-sus EGS app. 🌊 “Free to keep” is a purely marketing term they’re doing their damnedest to normalize. Fuck that shit.

At least Ryan Reynolds “acting” is fun to watch. Lively is the opposite.