Okay, I’m fucking dead at this LMAOOO

My wife does this, sleeps to forensic files every single night. But I describe one gore murder from a horror film and she starts gagging. I just don’t understand.

He literally asked for something to back up your statements, he’s literally acknowledging your viewpoint and would be open to it if you were able to cite any references. If you want “outsiders” to listen to you, you have a responsibility to give them a reason to.

There, no insults, just a suggestion that if you want discourse, you need to have something beyond your opinion to back it up.

“Money”

“Yeah… not my job”

He must not like the friend who drinks beer if he’s providing luke-warm brew.

I mean, more people would come if homie stopped putting beer on the counter to get warm.

What’s the opposite of “eating the onion”? I thought this was satire for sure.

“Okay, look, I understand this may be presenting as if I am in a manic episode, I get it. And I get that I have pulled every item from the storage room and am now in the process of reorganizing the entire basement. And yes, it is 3 A.M., but I really don’t see how that is relevant. Honestly, have you considered that I am going to need a lot more space to keep all the wood I just found on the side of the road? I swear, it’s like you don’t support my much-loved woodworking hobby I started 6 hours ago.”

"Oooh, you know what? I’m going to give in and just build an extension to the garage for a new workshop. No, I don’t know how to build anything, but I have resources and it can’t be that difficult. It’ll be done in three days, I really feel like you underestimate just how motivated of a person I am. "

Two weeks later, I’m hyper-ventilating in the fetal position on the floor of my closet when the city cops come out to say something has to be done with the rotting shit-wood awkwardly slapped together and nailed to the side of the garage.

Hey my friend, fellow depressive here. It’s not addiction, it’s a massive struggle. This is a vital time, the only way out is to face your circumstance.

They scatter under light

Source: Being broke as fuck

I love my friends and make sure they know that, personally.

Idk, he looks like a perfectly attractive man, in my opinion.

My man, you gotta know that word was banned by the Social Decency Act of 2407.

I’ll be real straight with you, Chief, I already shit my pants for the thrill of it before making these comments.

Okay wow, I can’t believe you actually used the Y word, and I will shit my pants if mods do not immediately ban you for a thousand years.

Man, I am so sorry this is your situation. I won’t pretend to really know what advice to give you, other than you should contact adult protective services and see if they can do anything since you are a vulnerable person (aka disabled).

Again, I don’t know shit from fuck, but that’s where I would start. Idk if the cops would take the threat seriously or not, but you might be able to file a restraining order.

Ironic that he’s an actual fucking billionaire at this point.

It’s a turdoggy lmao

It was blue when it was previously white, but my psychiatrist had told me a week or so back that I shouldn’t worry about a color change because different manufacturers have different colors and such. So, even though the pill was blue, I didn’t question it much because my Dr. led me to believe it was nothing to be concerned about.

Obviously I have learned a hard lesson about paying a lot closer attention to any changes that might have happened with my drugs. It’s apparently easy to overlook a major pill dosage change when no one mentions it to you. I just really don’t want something like this to happen to anyone else, I was terrified the entire time.