Sure. Is that person in your photo related to the question?

What is Google?

Son of a Bitch of Sam, Al Canine and the BTK (Bacon, Treats and Kibble) killer lock their doors at night in case this shady character is out for a prowl.

I have a hard time equating the display or firing of a gun with promotion of violence but context makes a difference. Same thing with baseball bats. Both are used in competitive sports or could be tools for killing/maiming others. It’s performative and pandering but not necessarily violent without more information.

Title is how I used to remember port/starboard: I left port. My method for the lights is a little odd but since red goes on port side, I use “red right wrong”.

His messiah guy? Pawn-tius Pilate.

He got his 10 pieces of silver, fair and square. What would you even spend 5 pieces of silver on back then?

Studying black body radiation.

Every US Marine should have at least a peripheral awareness of that one.

Somebody paid for this service and will have to live with that until their expiration.

And the side project authored by Chuck Tingle:

• Pounded in the Ass by a Truck into an Alternate Dimension

Sort of like how after you walk off a cliff, you don’t start falling until you look down.

Congratulations on your new cat. 4 isn’t that much bigger of a number than 3, after all.

Not true.

It depends on why they’re crying. Bitching and moaning about people not being on board with bigotry is worthy of ridicule. Salty tears over an invented persecution complex deserves harsh mockery. Force them to choose between public shaming and the chance of redemption (for those not so far gone that they’re beyond the possibility).

That’s not the same as being genuinely in touch with your emotions and crying from traumatic events or other stressful situations. It’s a human response that doesn’t give a shit about genitalia or chromosomes or any other factors that I, as a layperson without specific education in such matters, may not be well-suited to articulate.

I’m an adult man, cisgender and my life experience includes things that many see as traditionally masculine pursuits. Won’t say I cry terribly often but just within the first half of this month, I have been brought to tears multiple times in public and private settings. A recent loss in the family has been tough on all of us and while I’m not going around and making a spectacle of myself, I know there are cousins and nieces and nephews who look up to me and I see it as one of my responsibilities to model healthy behaviors and speak openly about how I’m feeling. I love them all and want them to grow into well-adjusted adults who will recognize that this is not a weakness and are willing to ask for help if and when it is needed.

Probably more info than necessary there but it’s a topic that’s been on my mind a lot recently. By breezing past the matter of sincerity and cry-bullying, it seems to me that the poster above has missed the mark.

Kind of a long name, do they shorten it to a word or two in daily use or go by the full sentence?

See, this is why it’s important to buy teacups with flared bases.

ESPN rents antenna space on that thing.

A little surprised but I know we don’t have a monopoly on dipshittery here in the land of pickup trucks with pink rubber scrotums flapping in the wind. Just seems that way sometimes.

They’ve got a tiny scrap of power and by god, they intend to use it! More enjoyable than going to therapy for the abuse they suffered as children.