TrackinDaKraken

Placebos can work, even if they know it’s a placebo.

https://www.health.harvard.edu/blog/placebo-can-work-even-know-placebo-201607079926

Should’a put a tarp down for the dirt.

You could hide things in there, like gold, or fried chicken, or a copy of Windows 11, or face masks. These are just a few things you could hide in that hole, use your imagination.

Here comes a stingray
There goes a manta ray
In walked a jellyfish
There goes a dogfish
Chased by a catfish
In flew a sea robin
Watch out for that piranha
There goes a narwhal
Here comes a bikini whale
Rock lobster
Rock lobster
Rock lobster

Nothing can stop you now. Not even death.

Happy to see the transplant went well. Do all the fingers work?

Breaking video: over 1500 Palestinian men taken hostage by Israel in West Bank raids

I wonder (not really, I don’t give a damn) what his thoughts are on genocide.

I just played through Portal 2 a couple of weeks ago, for nostalgia’s sake.

“Those of you who volunteered to be injected with praying mantis DNA, I’ve got some good news and some bad news. Bad news is, we’re postponing those tests indefinitely. Good news is, we’ve got a much better test for you: fighting an army of mantis men! Pick up a rifle and follow the yellow line. You’ll know when the test starts.”

See, there’s this guy in Vegas…

My kid used to complain about how loudly I sneeze.

He’s 27, now, and he does it too.

The youngest Boomer is 61. There are plenty of 61-year-olds I’d vote for, and older. For instance, I’d still vote for Bernie–just get him in office, it doesn’t matter how long he lives. Conversely, there are plenty of under-40-year-olds I would not vote for. The problem has nothing to do with age. There are a lot of 20-something MAGAs.

It helps to acknowledge their issue first, maybe commiserate, and only share something directly related. Then you need to immediately hand the conversation back to them, and listen some more.

Don’t say, “Oh, that reminds me of something…” and then talk about seeing a dog on your most recent three-week summer vacation to France.

This reminds me, I haven’t had a good brisket in forever.

Dissing on other people for how they like their food is so 1980s.

Steak, coffee, wine, beer, and also cigars, chocolate, and how spicy can you handle it–y’all snobs and bros can GTFO.

Make fun of it, joke, and laugh at how bad English food is, but the minute you start ranting and sticking your nose up, you can eff off.

(I downvote everything you say, because your name stands out, and it’s annoying. “Ooh! Look at me! I’m sPeCIal!” I know it’s petty. )

Helllloo Hanna!

Video here