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That doesn’t fit on a t-shirt. /s
If burning a flag is political protest, why not burning crack into your lungs? It’s political speech to protest the government and its world wide drug war!
P.S. Stay away from crack and coke, dopamine exhaustion is real and fucked
They were my boss. We’d get out the kitchen and go to the bar next door. They weren’t as terrible as they could’ve been, but definitely one of those “I don’t care till it affects me” conservatives.
They let up on the alphabet people jokes after their kid came out, still not an ally.
Believe it or not I’ve had worse more conservative business owners in my career.
I just hope to one day be able to be in business for myself and to stop slaving away for someone else to gain more means to produce.
Money isn’t speech because me buying crack isn’t protected by the constitution. If I can’t do illegal things with my money why can they?
Edit: forgive the over simplification
Bruh, what dose for them gains?
Yeah, I didn’t realize at the time.
Same guy was memeing hard about election 2016 and how you’d never see a self respecting conservative throw a temper tantrum about losing, we fell out of contact by the time January 6th happened because he kept calling me nicknames alluding to various communist leaders.
That and the same tired “LGBTQMNOP Alphabet people” statement I’ve heard several times a week since ‘05.
Heard a Catholic guy go all nuts about the fact that he had hard limits on the fish he could catch, but the Ojibwa could fish unlimited in their own sovereign lands. I tried for a few minutes to explain it’s their right they were given in recompense, and is hardly any compensation.
He just had to go on about liberals and eco terrorists and how they should be mad at Ojibwa fishing instead of the keystone pipeline.
There were too many things to unpack in that 2 minute conversation.
Btw, nice to see you in the wild outside of the folkpunk community!
People who are unable to verify ID will just use sketchier sources
Not trying too hard to brag, but this recipe was a staple at one of the long term restaurants I worked at. This was a family heirloom of a recipe if there ever was one, fueling the nostalgia of multiple generations, it certainly will remind multiples of people of fond weekend brunch memories with their grandparents.
I hope that this tradition can find a new home with many more of you out there for the times to come!
They sell Sloppy Joes premade in a can? I’ve only ever seen the sauce without meat.
How do I delete someone else’s post?
Problem appears to be somewhat related to language settings, and while I could find this post and comment chain again, there are still certain communities from this instance that give me 404 through blahaj.
That sounds a lot more feasible if we’re being honest. 75m would be a lot of anal beads…
Currently I’m working on a full lemmy migration, looking around and figuring out how to access everything.
For some reason the usual search method isn’t working to let me view most communities here with my blahaj account, but I can see them publicly, and I can access everything from an alt infosec account I made.
Currently I’m in the gathering and planning phase of my cybersecurity venture in my career.I’ve spent most of my working life in kitchens, but I’ve always been a triple boot style power user. I recently got a Google IT Support Cert to try to help me get my foot into the door and open up my horizons to a better more engaging career.
Dude’s sub
lookslooked like a soda can 💀
FTFY
My turn to step out next, I haven’t been out all day.
Nokia ran Windows Phone OS. It flopped because no one used it because there were no apps so no one made apps because no one used it.
Same here. I go to Reddit for a specific thing and forget I’m not on lemmy, see some promoted post or whatever, and wonder who would even dare post that shit here, then remember and switch back.
It’s been nice to be able to reclaim yet another part of my life from advertisements and incessant tracking.
I’m just imagining the terror of getting a front wheel caught off the floor and suddenly falling forward with all your weight into a three legged table.