It would just be dismissed as AI now. Everything like that will be dismissed as AI.

That’s one way of looking at it. I always perceived the distinction to be more of an intended disgrace upon ex-Americans who have left the country. “Guess you’re no longer a patriot then.”

It’s the (stupid) legal term of an American who has moved abroad. Even my tax returns are done through “expat services”.

I’m an expat who has been a permanent resident of Canada since 2017, and it’s a horror show watching Trump receive a second term and then turn on Canada. I know his threat of invasion/buying Canada or whatever is all peacocking, but if in ten years I’ve been thrust back into the American healthcare system, I’ll throw myself off of a bridge.

Heard an old bitch (Alberta) complaining yesterday in my store about something Joe Biden did.

They’re all orange down here, Georgie…

Macho Pillow. It’s a big dick bicep shaped pillow for strong, conservative men. Nothing sexual.

You know, I went onto DALL-E/Bing Image Creator to the to generate a photo-realistic image of a slug partying beneath the stars, and that piece of shit does not know what a slug is. Every single prompt just gave me snails. But maybe they were disco snails.

Great video, BTW.

I love the night frame. He’s partying so hard out there by himself in his solitude beneath the stars.

Apparently that exact pronunciation is on their website.

In the days immediately after my dad’s death, I had the house to myself and had retreated to my basement/office space to have a stress-relieving wank. Just outside of my space was my daughter’s battery-operated activity table that was known to play jingles at random. What it was not well known for was playing the giggling sound effect at random. So imagine how quickly I put my dick away when that table laughed at me not once, not twice, but three times in the span of a minute.

If that wasn’t my dad’s ghost making fun of me, I don’t know what it was.

Things that made him cum:

• Gambreled rooftops mostly

Honorable mentions:

• Gables
• Central chimneys
• Providence

I’m team deciduous all day, boys…

$17.99 for the 20 pc. In Canada. $10.79 for a 10 pc. I about shit when I immigrated here and realized nuggets were off the table. I can’t imagine ordering that and picturing one dollar every time I pop one into my mouth. My wife buys me a ten piece for my birthday every year since I won’t buy them myself out of protest. Also, my kid is old enough now to finish her 4 pc. Happy Meal, so I don’t get to scavenge for uneaten morsels like I did before. It’s tragic.

Damn, that was a good period, too. They just don’t make 'em like they used to.

Could you please explain what this means? This is on par with that inbred on every Facebook post who comments “LOOKS LIKE BIDEN N KAMALER”, and it’ll be an ad for a Volkswagen.

After taking a car door to the head during heavy winds, I experienced immediate and recurring night terrors/sleep paralysis for two years. They started out pretty extreme, with me waking up on my stomach with some kind of creature pinning me to the bed. I’d struggle enough to lift my head a few inches, only to find my pillow was filled with distorted, open-mouthed faces stretching out at me from the material.

As time went in the hallucinations gradually waned in extremity, though never becoming anything comfortable. I would open my eyes to see a phosphorescent grid encompassing my walls, or millions of flies on my bedroom ceiling. Once my cat was staring up at them too, and I believed what was happening was real, only to wake up a moment later facing a different direction, and my cat fast asleep at my feet.

Eventually it’s as though my soul became heavy or something. I slept on the top floor of a two-story home, with a very old colonial-era basement below it. I would constantly find myself one or two floors directly beneath my bed, all but glued to the ground and trying with all my might to crawl out of the damp, dark cellar toward the stairs, but too sluggish and/or paralyzed to do it. I felt terrified down there in the darkness. Eventually the adrenaline would wake me up safely in my bed.

Throughout the entire ordeal I would somewhat frequently open my eyes to see some sort of ghostly or transparent entity looming over my bed, leaning over or staring down at me. The last night I ever experienced an episode, I woke up to see that very entity, but I realized suddenly that the entity was me. It was me standing there, looking down at myself. I became angry. I felt like these episodes had ruined my life, and made sleeping something I no longer looked forward to. The rage came to a head. I activated every nerve in my body to try to break free of the paralysis. I gritted my teeth as I succeeded, groaning the words “FFFFRUUUUCKK YYRRROOOOUU!!!” as I bolted up from my bed and lunged through my own ghost. Then I never saw it again. In fact, I never had another night terror since. It’s been years now. A decade at least.

I love the meta here, with Ross spearheading the petition and also being the voice of Freeman’s Mind. I adore that series.

It’s wild if it is purely placebo, because I’ve given so many anecdotal cure supplements an honest shot throughout my life, and have ruled every last one of them out as either ineffective, or total horseshit. But the results I experience (as well as my wife, who is officially onboard with Echenacia now) are astounding.

Getting sick used to be a nightmare for me. I would always end up with a horrible sore throat and sinus infection that would inevitably go to my lungs and/or ears, and it would persist up to two weeks. Now I just shrug it off in a few days.