I agree with the sentiment, but I have no idea how that relates to the meme.

Santa only comes once a year, but the Lord comes for me whenever I need him.

I’m so full of the spirit, I think I’m about to burst.

Definitely. We still have that to this day, such as the Kardashians. At least with the Internet some people become famous without those moneyed connections but those are still the exception.

Speaking of, Paris Hilton’s great grandfather was married to Zsa Zsa Gabor.

It really doesn’t. I also dislike the fact it can be more difficult to find some parts for older cars too, so even if you wanted to salvage, it may not be viable.

The removal of 3.5mm jacks with no simple, universal, physical way to connect an audio device has been such a thorn in my side.

I said that about my older reliable car. Until I was rear ended at a stop light and it was totaled. During a time that used cars were more expensive than new. (I did find an 8 year old Corolla with high miles and lots of body damage for $18k though!)

I went without a car for nearly a year. Had to buy one when my partner was forced back to work in the office.

Peeking at the used market, it’s still not great where I am. Better than 2022-23 at least.

To be fair, being called gay was an insult, too. I was bullied so much, I became fabulous.

YEAH WE ALL GOT COLDS DOWN HERE TOO.

This is “object permanence deficient” erasure.

That type is ideal for back sleepers!

And those same folks, when an accident affects them, usually fall back on something like “it wasn’t my fault!”

Which is it? It’s not your fault, and these things should be regulated more. Or it is your fault, and regulations should dictate that you shouldn’t have these firearms any more, and perhaps shouldn’t have had them in the first place?

You’re right. There is no need to thank you.

I’ll split my adult life into three parts.

When I was younger, I was decently attractive. I was an ideal weight, and I didn’t look tired all the time. I had the energy to groom myself and wear decent clothes. Most people seemed to want to help me or were nice to me. However, some people were just plain vicious to me. It was like I did something horrible to them, but as far as I know, I did not.

When life and my chronic illness kicked my ass, I was plain and somewhat unattractive. I became overweight. I had the energy for basic hygiene and to wear something that fits, and that’s it. I was told I had “stress in my face.” I was invisible. No one bothered me. No one wanted to talk to me.

When I had more energy to put into my appearance, I was maybe a 5, maybe a touch over. Still overweight, still pretty tired. (Been getting it medically checked out… No answers yet.) Getting a little more personal grooming and got some clothes that look pretty nice. Some people are a little nicer to me. No one has outright bullied me.

Granted, I am a woman. It might be different for men. I’m also not sure if someone is just angry at everyone if what you look like really matters.

Is that a framed picture of a spoon? Man, Johnny has some great taste.

I don’t need anyone else!

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Why isn’t anyone helping me?!

Lies! I haven’t gotten any Ritalin.

I think that voids its warranty.

The only reason I would be somewhat pleased to hear about Musk’s failed penile implant is, as the richest man in the world, he can throw money at the problem to get some more advancements in this type of surgery for everyone. Even if that’s not his intention.

This has a decent chance to help trans men with options for gender-affirming surgeries. Otherwise, I don’t give two shits about his member.