We love Wingspan. Meadow is pleasant.

Just One was a great game for 4 people. Three people have to get the fourth person to guess a particular word. They each write down a one-word hint. If any two (or more) players write the same word hint, they don’t get to show that word to the guesser. It’s a lot of fun when you see the different ways people interpret words to come up with hints and how two (or more) words can work together to make you think of the answer.

I never lick the spoon. Weed tastes gross, and I need the baked good to cover the flavor.

That was pain full.

If you’re not good at the thing others expect you to do, you may be good at something else.

Now we’re at least 10% plastic, so that drove the other numbers down.

I’ve always been enthusiastic to do it for my man’s pleasure, but never enjoyed the act for it’s own sake. Also cum is like raw egg white and it really takes me out of an erotic story when the female characters are obsessed with consuming it. But to each, her own.

I get mad. I have a severe case of resting bitch face and people like to insist that I must be upset or angry or having a terrible time. It’s OK to ask once, but if I tell you I’m great, I need you to accept that I’m a grown ass person who knows how I feel and will communicate if there’s a problem.

Is there a third category for immediately rewatching the movie?

I can’t even get comfortable in my own house. My legs are sweating and my feet are ice blocks.

!52weeksofart@lemmy.world. Because it just started and needs contributing artists.

And calzones are just pizza that’s harder to eat.

The shitposters did it all in one night.

My dog is always a good boy. But let’s not pretend he’s never naughty.

Sounds like my former coworker showing off his new gun on Facebook a few years back, with the post “I can’t wait to use this to defend my family.”

A need is a responsibility.

Or my meat thermometer. The on/off button also changes between Fahrenheit and Celsius. Neither of which is done with a single press. You have to press and hold for different lengths of time but for the life of me, I can’t figure out the pattern.

Oh damn, I thought it was safe, but that story proves it’s not so safe as I thought.

That’s some sexy perfume to others.

Absolutely loathe that they made thrawn look like blue Elon musk.

Was among a group of temps at a credit union. Employees were so busy, we got very little training. And spent large parts of our day with nothing to occupy our time.

After a month, supervisor walks by at end of day and asks how things are going. I say something to the effect of “could be better.” He looks surprised and says “OK, let’s discuss that tomorrow morning.” I think great, we can problem solve.

The next day turned out to be the three year anniversary of my boyfriend’s death. When I sat with supervisor and trainer and they said how are you, I let them know that I was a little emotional due to it, and started to cry a little.

Supervisor proceeded to reem me out for saying something so negative yesterday in the hearing of coworker and accused me of making a bunch of mistakes (I didn’t and had already provided evidence that I wasn’t involved) and that I obviously didn’t care about my work and that I needed to pack my things and be escorted out of the building.

In conclusion, I hope that guy spends the rest of his life with wet socks.