Scrungus is my favorite, but he is absolutely not a friend. He is a menace.

I worked customer service at Kmart for a few years and encountered a lot of old classmates. Fortunately I had lost a bunch of weight since I had last seen them, and all of my hair fell out, so nobody knew who I was. I could tell some people thought I was maybe familiar, but I was never identified outright. I felt like a secret agent.

It’s a shitty class to play.

Thanks! Very kind of you to say.

Ah, the old Coon Hill Rd. special. Grew up near a wooded country road that was full of trash like this. People apparently came from all around the township to dump their trash and furniture up and down this road, and the county never bothered to clean it up. My family was never down with that, but my dad used to catch possums in his livetraps and relocate them on this exact road. I guess he didn’t know how beneficial it was to have possums around. Coon Hill may have been lined with trash, but it was likely 100% tick free.

I had to do a school project once where we took disposal cameras and snapped photos of things that we found beautiful, and things we found ugly. I knocked out almost all of the ugly ones just on Coon Hill, but I did snap a few beautiful ones off the beaten path a bit. It was in the dead of winter and mostly snow and rotting vegetation, but beautiful enough at the right time of day. There was a duality down Coon Hill.

I swear I wasn’t a redneck, but it sure sounds like it.

My nephew is one of the worst I’ve ever smelled. Just the overwhelming scent of damp, reused football socks and armpit. How he can’t smell his own smog is beyond my comprehension. I can’t imagine the smell of a classroom.

Da Baer’s aere gonna win it this yeahr, boys.

Every now and then I just save the German memes and send them to my English group chats to make sure they’re confused too.

Fuck 'em up!

I love staring at a small, rusty, unassuming chimney and knowing it’s just sitting on top of the fucking Vatican.

I have cracks on the corners of my fingers, beside the nail. They run deep and I have to put Polysporin with lidocaine on them to reduce the throbbing sting. It’s due to a combination of biting my nails and working a job that requires constant antibacterial hand-washing. I hate it.

Immigration Canada wanted proof of my wife and I’s relationship, so we dumped a packet of printed call logs on them as thick as a novel. Skype certainly served its purpose.

Like many others have said, the old, lost internet was really something special. Every website was crude and janky, poorly formatted for some specific resolution that you weren’t using, and both animated clipart and midis were exciting to collect. There were websites dedicated to them. My brother and I used to fill folders on our desktop with sparkling or flaming banners, signs that read “Under Construction” and more. Same with midis. I’ll never forget the first time I discovered Sublime’s Santaria in midi form. It may have been my first favorite song.

I wish I could properly articulate what that all felt like. It was a similar feeling to collecting Pokémon cards as a kid. Everything was just a neat spectacle on the mid-90s internet. Then over time, as everything modernized and monetized, it lost that weird magic and became what it is today. I can’t remember the last time I gave a shit about exploring a website. I no longer come across spooky animated images of a skeleton peering out of murky water and excitedly tuck it away for future viewing pleasure. The entire thing sucks now, but it probably sucked then, too.

Sure, but the other comments are well within the range of normal replies to that soft of thing. The other commentors did not launch into a tirade that eventually included baffling accusations of impersonation. That’s where things got particularly dicey for me.

Without intending to sound ironic, and given that we’re currently having this conversation on a literal Shitpost sub, it’s entirely possible that you may be neurodivergent and are not processing the humor.

I don’t know either, but thanks for your reply. The more I interact with some of the commentors, the more bewildered I’m left after. First weird interaction I’ve had on Lemmy.

Yes, it’s my primarily language. I thought describing Pixar fan porn artists as ghoulish was humorous, but it seems like there are a lot of advocates present who are defensive of the word.

You’re a confusing person and I’m not really sure I understand your psychology, or why you think I’m actively using two accounts to thwart your disability.

What?