Full context: I said that RFK Jr.'s ignition was retarded. That’s the electrical part of an internal combustion engine.

There is absolutely no way I would ever participate in such nonsense.

North By Northwest

For using a slur? When?

Don’t forget sailor-mouthed furry petrolhead.

Eh, I just checked my own history over there, and there’s a whole lot of either “moderator didn’t understand the context” and “ye power tripping bastards”.

I suppose I’m not going around complaining though.

Learn to support yourself. It doesn’t sound like that’s something you’ve had to do yet, and it also sounds like your father is allowing you to avoid that lesson. This is important for a couple of reasons.

• Your father will not always be able (or willing) to support you, and then what?
• Without the ability to support yourself, you will find yourself less and less willing to step out of that comfortable spot, and you will miss opportunities. Your wording of “I’m of use to him” also suggests that your father could be using you. You depend on him for financial support, he depends on you for keeping house. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing all by itself, but it’s really textbook codependency. It’s one thing to choose that for your life; it’s another to not really have a choice about it.

The both of you need to learn how to be adults, I think.

OP became a giant overnight and hasn’t figured it out yet.

Before fiber/digital (able to carry multiple call streams on the same physical conduit), when all phones were analog on copper, this is how all telephones were wired, just with smaller wires all bundled together, and often buried underground.

Work supplied, but thanks.

Tell me what to get for my stupid iPhone.

It’s working.

So you’ve been propagandized into thinking there’s nothing you can do, so you shouldn’t care.

Muscle (the pork we eat) and mucous membranes (where tonsillectomies happen) have got to be different enough to produce different odors when burnt.

“How can you sleep at night??”

Me:

Shitposting is a lot less effort.

https://youtu.be/r4OhIU-PmB8

Back in my day, all gas stations had an air hose coiled up around the side of the building for anyone to use, no charge. Now you gotta dump handfuls of quarters into a machine. :shakes_fist_at_clouds:

If they come for you, you’re going. Take some with you on the way out.

Can I get that as a framed print?