The all-knowing lie-detector

Mark Watney would say this.

That’s a lot of shade coming from humans drawn from memory.

If you taste like your name, I want a bite.

I don’t get peoples’ love foe this comic, but I thoroughly enjoy your translation notes.

No that’s calculus. You’re thinking of clitoris, the people who leave trash everywhere.

Depends on context. For my grandmother, I wore a black dress. For my boyfriend, a bunch of us wore replicas of his favorite tshirt.

Brand new sentences.

They didn’t say until hot, they said until it turns brown. May take a few days.

I’ve reread, but there is a violent animal death I have to skip.

Wow. In the novel Soft Apocalypse by Will McIntosh, eco terrorists develop a strain of bamboo that will grow through anything. They plant it to tear up buildings, roads, and the occasional human. Now we just need someone to create the Dr Happy pill.

Scisters

Clothes sure, shoes no. Shoes lose the ability to properly support us with time and wear. Unfortunately, like bras, they need to be semi-regularly replaced. The adage is to always spend more on anything that goes between you and the ground (mattress, tires).

I’d never heard of this before, thanks for commenting. Here’s a simple explanation for anyone else who’s curious.

I have chronic health issues so I sometimes have to say no to invites, but I always appreciate being asked. Which is why I always go out of my way to invite someone even if I think they’re likely to say no. It feels good to know you’re wanted.

40s and I feel like I’m finally seeing a path forward. We’ll see if it pans out.

So . . . Literal shit post.

How do you mean?

Reminds me of the one-minute time machine