

I love the smell of bursting bubbles in the morning.
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I love the smell of bursting bubbles in the morning.
Another classic is Matthew 19:24
"Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.”
You can always count on the cHRisTiAnS to object to that one.
Hahahaha! I don’t get terrified in the bread aisle. I can be terrified wherever I am. Checkmate, anxiety!
Dionysus would approve.
Good point. I will mention it to them next time when I drown under one of their trees.
While I recently dug into some Alemannic folklore, I discovered a different spin on the “fairies/spirits drowning people” tale, the Dolden. Essentially these malevolent spirits/ghosts resemble children caught in trees above stretches of water. At night they will call out for help, pretending to be trapped children, but they only wish for the helpful people to approach the tree they sit in and then fall into the water below where they drown. According to the myth, the Dolden were once mortal children who left to drown in a flood and now punish humans.
Ackshually he is a game designer now.
No, you are correct. Nobody could play a cold-hearted sadist like Louise Fletcher.


It surely feels good to see a fascist lose. That’s enough for me these days.
Obligatory footnote: EvoPsych is mostly bunk, deeply intertwined with eugenics and riddled with homophobia, sexism and rape apologia.
Another user already made the point about enjoyment, but allow me to add another one: Every activity can be turned into a hobby if it is pursued with intent and intensity: You can flip burgers and the you can triple-flip burgers, salting them in midair and send them flying into a bun you juggled in your other hand.
Jokes aside, if you enjoy making beef jerky and spend your time perfectioning this particular skill, it is certainly your hobby.