@matrix@Jdogg247 holy cow i couldn't eat half of that, I could probably get down 1 burger and 1 fry and about half a drink before I was full. Nuggets would be out of the question. And the natter about food density...everything McDonald's makes is a huge gutbomb that hits your stomach like lead. Jesus Christ
@swamphox@PNS different instances have different character limits. fse has a very generous character limit. speak to your instance owner about raising your instance's limits if larger character allowances interest you.
This is my thing, I write short stories or sometimes make very long posts and post them on fse. The generous character limit allows me to do this, one of the benefits in posting on fse.
@PNS when I was five, ny parents and I moved to Texas. I had never seen roaches before, but everything is bigger in Texas. We had a bayou on the edge of our back yard, so EVERYBODY I'm the neighborhood had roaches, and everybody had a monthly standing appointment with the exterminator to keep the filthy beasts at bay.
EXCEPT..
The house my parents had bought had stood vacant for several months. And, the previous owner, being a cheap bastard, had cancelled the extermination service a few months before he moved out. Why the realtor had not dealt with this problem is a mystery to me, except the house WAS marketed as a "fixer-upper".
Anyway, it was the first time I'd had my own room. Being five, and in a new home, I woke up and got scared because I didn't know where I was. I heard low voices and saw light coming from down the hall, so I ventured out towards the safety of my parents' loving arms.
Halfway down the hall, I stepped on a roach in the dark with my bare foot. Now, you can imagine how many roaches there had to be, for a tiny child's tiny foot to randomly find one in the dark. I was light enough that stepping on the roach didn't even kill it. I csn remember it so vividly, how it squirmed beneath my right foot, trying to escape. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was bad; I SCREAMED like the furies were after me, and launched myself into my parents' room, gibberish in terror.
After that, I'd find roaches everywhere. I'd open a drawer to get a spoon and they'd skitter away---and I had to EAT with that spoon. I'd grab a towel to dry myself off, and a big grandaddy roach would drop out of it---and I had to dry my tiny precious naked body with that towel. They were always on the periphery, waiting to pounce, even after multiple visits from the exterminator. I remember the bug poison had a bubblegum scent, but Mom always opened up all the windiws and made us wait outside for an hour after the exterminator left, and the scent was gone.
I have many lovely, vivid memories of Texas. My brother, riding his bike through a puddle during a rainstorm, and silhouetted by a huge lightning strike. Millions of tiny, brilliantly green frogs crowding into our garage and singing their songs during a flood. Watching a fireplace log rocket by in the street outside our house during the same flood. Golden koi fish, bright as jewels, swimming in the pond in our back yard once my dad cleaned it out, and being allowed to swim in the pond with them. My brother running over a diamondback snake with his bike, screaming "HAAIIIYAAA" and thereby saving our dog (and myself!). Learning to fish on a lazy day with my mother in the bayou behind our house with a cane pole, and catching my first fish, a catfish. But all that pales in comparison to my most lasting impression, a horrid wriggling and squirming beneath a tiny foot. TO THIS DAY, I don't like having my feet touched, nor do I like touching the feet of others. And I have a tremendous horror and fear of roaches, even though I know they can't hurt me. I could never, ever, just casually swipe them away like this lady does. The horror . The horror.
One night, there was a terrible scream, and many great crashes and thumps. Turns out, some breeds of roaches CAN FLY. AND DO. A whopping great roach had flown straight at my father's face, bypassed his windmilling arms, and landed on his bare back. The crashing was him running around the room, screaming "GET IT OFF, GET IT OFF", while my mother chased him around, beating at this giant roach with a rolled up newspaper. Silly woman, you can't kill a Texas roach that way!!! That only makes them mad.
After that, my dad applied for a transfer from his job, and got it, and we were packed up and on the road for Virginia within a month. Fortunately it was winter, and we had a basement in our new home. My mom had the movers put all the boxes in the basement and nuked them with bug bombs for three days, and they spent three cold and snowy nights down there without any heat while we stayed in a hotel. None of the roaches survived the trip to Virginia, although several had tried---we found a few hitchers in the boxes, flat and dead, more likely from the cold rather than the poison---they were mostly immune to that. Anyway, that is why I hate hate HATE fucking roaches.
@Zerglingman@Komnene that, my friend, depends on the taste of the water where you live. Where I live, I'd rather die of thirst than drink tap water. Even my pets were given bottled water due to the taste of the tap water.
@WashedOutGundamPilot@LindaCollins11 I always said, those tests are like get-out-of-work-free cards. Work-shy people won the lottery with this one, only catch is, once you run out of sick days, you don't get paid
@sickburnbro the smarter ones are starting to realize that wealth redistribution means redistributing THEIR wealth as well, instead of them just receiving free stuff, and there's a whole horde of teeming masses below them that are a lot worse off than they are, and ahead of them in the Free Stuff line.
Letting 6 million dirty homeless poors over our border over the last year probably helped them realize that they're not actually poor, they're just a little too short on cash to buy the $800 gamer chair they wanted for Christmas but couldn't afford.
@Sui@PeachySummer@skylar@gaybot@Darbzilla@gh0st1984 people who complain about someone tagging them into a hellthread sometimes don't understand how hellthreads work. A lot of the time, they tag themselves in by responding to a post without looking at how many other people are already tagged into it. Other times, someone will sneak them into the list, and an innocent person will come along and quote that post, not even realizing that they're now tagging that person in. And if a person asks to be tagged out, inevitably someone else will quote an older post and tag them right back in. The only way to get out of a hellthread is to mute the thread if you don't want the notifications. It's not even that hard any more.
Had a go-around and was blocked by freemo for this issue and I literally had no idea who he was, I was just responding to older posts in a hellthread and kept tagging him back in by accident. I didn't even know he wanted out. Then all of a sudden I had a stranger breathing down my neck for sins I didn't even understand at the time. 65c6665672f72daeb22ae7d97d709f4566eebb697e5b294ea566db531b508a6f.png
@Shadowman311 the same complete strangers who made a scene in the grocery store because your poorly-fitting mass-produced mask slipped down over your nose...
The first time I put on a mask I knew they didn't work. My glasses instantly fogged up. So how is this goddamned mask doing anything if the condensation from my breath is now covering my glasses, making it impossible for me to see. Fucking germs all over my glasses, how is this helping.
I used the same mask for the entire time, washed it maybe twice, because I fucking knew they didn't work. And nobody better try and tell me "well, the N95 masks worked, you just had the wrong mask" all smugly, because the same fucking thing happened with N95 masks, except with the bonus of ripping out big chunks of my hair. FUCK these people, no amnesty no forgiveness.
@dcc@dushman I went on The Donald in November 2019, told those dumb assholes over and over, do not go to DC. The liberals have a month to plan a false flag or something. They know you're coming. This will not end well for you. Etc etc ad nauseum. I got called a glowie, a shill, a faggot, and finally got suspended, not because I was wrong, but I was "upsetting multiple users, generating multiple reports, trolling". So when January 6th finally arrived, I laughed all day, then all week. I still get a laugh once in a while. Schadenfreude is a hell of a drug. c64.jpg