Things you have an irrational hatred of

[Bammer]

bxmmer sux

Come on man it was just a harmless little joke

[Ms Harmless]

you're a prick Bammer

[Bammer]

Honestly it was not directed at you as an insult. It was about off-brand posting.

[E.H. Ruddock]

[Bammer]

I already said I was sxrry.

[Higgs]

[spike]

The Castle!

[Higgs]

Constitutional law like it should be done.

[spike]

Boomers who use those avatars that look sort of like the person on FB, etc.

[Jorge]

Boomers who use those avatars that look sort of like the person on FB, etc.

Could you elaborate? I don't get it

[Jorge]

Oh you mean those cartoon avatar things?

[Bammer]

Boomers who use those avatars that look sort of like the person on FB, etc.

Bro I beat you to this YEARS ago

[E.H. Ruddock]

Are you talking about a bitmoji

[Bammer]

Are you talking about a bitmoji

Whatever those stupid fucking cartoons are

[spike]

Are you talking about a bitmoji

Yeah those

[Jorge]

Facebook has been Boomer Wasteland for a few years

[Ello Sailor]

Wastelnad*

[coptheriotact]

at work everyone refers to leaving a problem for the next person as a "stitch up", and use the phrase constantly.

"any stitch ups i should know about?"
"don't stitch me me up!"
Occasionally i question what is being stitched to what, everyone thinks i'm weird.


also why do people want to die on hills..

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ms Harmless]

now you've admitted it, the healing can begin