More like “eventually… I will probably take a little rest halfway and make some sad sounds trying to manipulate you into carrying me”.

Neil you idiot, you land in the blue where the water is DUH. You don’t want to crash!

I have an African Grey. She’s quiet and gentle and obsessed with climbing under blankets and she’s dumb as a rock. Truly a model specimen.

Here she is climbing the stairs one by one instead of flying.

And like 95% of the fun of having big old titties is getting to show a little cleavage if you want to. But the bra makers don’t want to let you wear anything more low cut than a t-shirt. Give me sexy bras I can wear under sexy clothes you jerks!!

It’s extremely similar to Harvest Moon.

Stardew is a fairly cosy, casual farming game that you can delve pretty deeply into min-maxing if you want. Usually that profit min-maxing is at the expense of a huge portion of the game’s content - no time to befriend local villagers or experience the story if you’re trying to meet your turnip quota.

I have never felt more like a mad scientist. Beautiful game.

Why word?

Trauma

No offense to you, I’ve had conversations with you before and we’re not speaking the same language. I do hope you get help.

I just have him tagged as “schizo”, helps keep me from accidentally getting sucked into conversation with him. Hopefully he gets help someday.

Oh we’re diagnosing now based on comments? Give me the tea, honey! 😂

If his wife wants to tell him she likes porn, that’s her prerogative. You’re stirring shit.

Don’t be a snitch. Nothing wrong with anyone looking at porn.

I’m gonna swim in Banana!

You gotta let it get some air

I was eaten by an escalator once. I was around five, and going up with my toes pressed forward against the stair above me. As I got to the top, the stairs slid together pinching the ends of both my tennis shoes between them and trapping me. I yelped and a quick-thinking adult family friend who was just ahead of me pulled me up and right out of my shoes. The ends of both of them got shredded by the grating at the top of the escalator and I was walking around for a while with my (fortunately unharmed) toes sticking out the ends of them.

I’m 41 now and still wary on escalators. I carefully position my feet in the center of the stair and will hold up any long clothes like skirts that might get caught accidentally. My husband thinks it’s funny.

It’s entirely about self identification. There’s no gender policing, they just kindly ask people who start their comments with phrases like “as a man…” or “not a woman, but…” to refrain from further commenting. They don’t even delete the comments unless the guy keeps going. Even still, inevitably if the post reaches the front page all the women in the comments will be drowned out by highly upvoted “as a man…” commenters. They just want to have a conversation without being shouted over.

Yeah, notice there are never feel-good stories about “my mother wanted an abortion but she was forced to give birth to me against her will” with happy endings of loving families.