HEY!!! I’m clicking on the Netscape Navigator, and nothing is happening! No download! Nothing!!!

gigastasio, You owe me one Netscape Navigator download. I don’t want to use Internet Explorer anymore. It has issues with Windows 11.

Hey, whoa, cut that out.

I’m not defending the GOP in any way shape or form. I wish they’d all die in a fire, where hot pokers poke their eyes out as the flames consume their flesh. It STILL wouldn’t be as painful as all the suffering they’ve caused globally for decades.

All that being said, don’t kink shame as a form of insults. I’M not personally into pee. I tried peeing on an ex once at her request. We both agreed we’re not into it. But SOMEONE is actually into it. And it would be unfair to label them as GOP, because you’ve assigned that as their designated fetish of choice.

I think a better punishment would be everyone leave Idaho. Why the fuck would you want to live in Idaho??? Why would you want to pay taxes to Idaho??? Why would you want to assosiate with anyone there???

They should find their population dropping, and anyone who stays deserves to be treated like shit. It’s not THAT far of a drive to Washington, and Oregon. Maybe even California.

15% used to be standard. And it was only resteraunts, and local delivery services.

Now, I’m at a ballpark, buying BOTTLED BEER. All this removed is doing is opening a cooler, and grabbing a bottle. And the kiosk card payment DEFAULTS to a 25% tip

Fuck off with that!

…whats wrong with that?

lost their minds

HEY! WHOA! C’MON NOW!!! Don’t drag ME into this bullshit!

“Yeah, well he’s dead now”

“He’s not dead”

“Ah, so he abandoned you. Great guy.”

“He got a better paying job”

“So then we’re all getting screwed here.”

Yeah kitty! Drink dat milk!

Thankfully, they haven’t built any statues…yet.

I mean…it is in mine. Although I’m not in NYC.

house gets quiet and tense

…oh shit. Human fucked up…oh, this isn’t going to end well. Get the kids. Get to the car. I don’t want you guys seeing the violence that’s coming.

Uh-oh! I know that look!!!

OP I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but you have greebles in your house!

Yep, that there is the face of a cat seeing the horrors that the human mind is not smart enough to process. You got yourself a greebles infestation. Shadowy deamons that come for your soul, and haunt your walls.

Yep. No doubt about it.

GIS? What is that? Gooning is sexy?

Soley? No. Huge part of it? Absolutely.

GPS can go offline. If you’re handy enough to navigate from the stars, I trust that method much more than a gps service.

Just now catching onto that? Well let me make your day by saving you money with Honey!

(Don’t actually download Honey. It’s just a tracking service)

…do people not like mint chocolate chip?

I mean, it’s not my number one, but I DO like it.

Funnily enough, hardcore liquor doesn’t seem to affect them much.

I was 21, and poured myself a shot of Bacardi 151. This is a liquor so strong they stopped making it because people were going to the hospital. Jack Danials whisky is 80 proof. Bacardi 151 is 151 proof. So just barely shy of being twice as strong as Jack Danials.

Anyways, I pour myself a shot, and don’t drink it. I get up, go to the kitchen to see if I still have any gatoraide left.

I come back with 2 bottles, and my shot is gone. I’m like “…I know I didn’t drink it…” and I was failing to think of a reasonable explaination for what just happened. Then I see my cat looking at the end of the table looking guilty. I was like “OH GOD NO!!!”

But it was 4am. There are no vets open at 4am.

I was like “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. Even if a vet were open, I’m waaaay too drunk to drive right now. You better just stay alive, you sneaky little shit. Oh…I don’t mean that. I don’t want that to be the last thing I say to you. Come here, let me hug you.”

And she vomited all over me. And I said “Hopefully thats good. C’mon, lets go feed you some more food so you can vomit more.”

She wouldn’t eat. I stayed up until 7am, called the taxi place (because this story was in 2003 before uber), and told them I needed an emergancy taxi. And explained why.

The vet saw her, and said one shot of alcohol wasn’t enough to kill a cat. I explained how strong this stuff was, but he said she wouldn’t die.

She did however hate all noise for the next day, and prefered darkness. And then I realized “oh my god, my cat is legitimately hung over…”

The day after that she was fine. And I never left open alcohol near her ever again. Not even beer.

Your wife was right to call you in! What if you missed this moment??? Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.