“Do you also go to the zoo and complain that the monkeys are throwing shit? :P”

It’s in the comment chain, incel. Your words, not mine.

Are you also going to come to a community that doesn’t dehumanize women and get upset when they don’t like you?

No, but I also think comparing women to monkeys throwing shit shows how fucked up you are.

You respect women; you tolerate monkeys throwing shit.

In this situation, your metaphor is the “monkey shit.”

I don’t think most women who work in biology would agree.

I hate when people say “female”

Thank you!

Is there a wiki? I want to follow along, but I feel like I’ll struggle. You’ve been posting for so long, I can tell there’s some kind of lore going on.

Is this the bro job one? Choo choo, bro joooob. I’m not gay, I just like cock.

Are they helping a moth smoke a cigarette in the background?

Edit:… Those are pins, aren’t they?

I love this artist even though I only understand half of their jokes.

“Don’t step on my corn.” ?

I put neon tape on stuff that I’m likely to lose. That includes my label gun, my wallet, my phone, etc… It helps me remember the tasks I’m trying to complete. Also, I never assumed it was a personal issue. Did your teacher not lose patience with you and stop teaching things that required time? That was my experience.

I’d bounce between subjects and ask too many questions. It helped me learn a lot, but it took a lot of time from other students.

Are we just doing memes, or do we all actually have the same thing?

Edit: I’m being too sassy. Im a little drunk.

Page markers and a label gun will become your best friend. That and a personal journal you struggle to write in because you never memorized spelling. Yes, I’m looking at you.

Insert “hole in popcorn tub” joke here:

The title seems like a cover-up for a kid who almost died while “ensnared” (quoting the article). Barbed wire isn’t as terrifying as people think. It’s often confused with razor wire. Barbed wire is for animals; razor wire is generally for humans. All that being said, I do not think I would survive being ensnared by barbed wire during a flood. Fencing laws are a deceptively interesting rabbit hole. I’ve never thought about this consequence.

Seize the means of partying.

Just don’t go on a walk at night.

Was the Uncle, Ray Bradbury?

Ooooooh. My bad. I wasn’t trying to be topical.

Edit: I’m mixing it up. Gosh darn it.

It’s being weird for me. Let me just edit:

The Xeelee Sequence, don’t get it confused with All Tomorrows.

Edit: woops, wrong book. What book was it?