Unless you live in a country with hyperinflation, it’s always month x of year y, compared to month x of year y-1.

I’m not an expert in Glagolitic, but I have a feeling that next-to-none of its letters are supposed to be invisible.

Did you wear a black armband when they shot the man who said: “Peace could last forever”?

So sit back and relax
Enjoy your ai cat

You forgot the part where we also take their companies, real estate, stock, private jets and yachts.

For humans, I heard it say to use butyric acid.

Crane flies are a big deal where I live, and especially the ones with reeeeally long legs - longer than anything pictured in the Wikipedia article - just love to come into people’s homes, especially in September.
EDIT: Why is this relevant? When I was a little tyke, I’d constantly mistake them for airborne spiders. Sometimes, they form frigging swarms anywhere where there’s water.

I feel the sudden urge to have a water balloon fight.

EDIT: This fucker is larger. Looks cooler, too.

Duran Duran - Secret Oktober [sic]

Not a big fan otherwise, but I really like this one.

hospital, not unlikely

And I thought my eyesight diminishes as I age. Turns out it’s reality itself that’s falling apart.

That’s the real answer. Always check on whose payroll somebody is.

From the thumbnail, I thought this was going to be about Al Bundy.

My dad treated me like a boxing bag for the slightest transgression.
I once squatted for an entire night. Squatted. Because at dusk, I was gaming in the middle of a room with a very creaky floor and then darkness fell. I was expected to be in my own room, and now I was trapped. Had to turn off the console as to not make any noise or quick movement.
Had my parents found out, they’d have flat out killed me, and that’s not an exaggeration.
Oh, and apart from the constant physical and mental abuse, I was never allowed to leave the house except for going to school, and couldn’t make any phone call exceeding one minute.
I got out of it eventually, but it took a lot of healing. My siblings’ lives are still completely ruined, though.

I’ve talked to a lot of people from all walks of life, and I’ve come to realize that one of the main things that sets people apart in adulthood is whether they were loved as kids. Those that were, and those that weren’t, might as well come from different planets. It’s so bad I very much go out of my way to avoid the topic.

They: Yeah I didn’t always get along with my parents.
Me: So… how often did they beat you up?
They: Oh no, they never beat me. But my mother criticized me a lot, and my dad moped, sometimes.
Me: :-|
They: I’m kinda traumatized from all this.
Me: So… where did you spend last Christmas?
They: Well, among other things, I visited my parents, of course.
Me (who has cut of all communication for many years): o_O

Oh, that’s what the old Facepunch forum evolved into, right? Yeah, that was a really nice place when I last visited, but that was years ago. I just felt like I had grown out of it.

We all found our way to Lemmy, and we can start building from here.

Oooh, so that’s what the title of the song “Itchycoo Park” means. I used to think it was an awful sexual reference.

Not a good idea to drink distilled water.

Where I live, this is being aired on TV on Christmas every year, as a tradition.