

Honestly, bro, why do you even care? Being a smug prick over insignificant shit like this is exactly the kind of asshole behavior OP is posting about.


Honestly, bro, why do you even care? Being a smug prick over insignificant shit like this is exactly the kind of asshole behavior OP is posting about.


A lot of people come here because they hate what Reddit has become without acknowledging that their shitty Redditor behavior is part of the problem.


Seriously. Imagine having a sincere interest in anything. Cringe, amirite?


I was really interested in ttrpgs and wargmaming as a kid. My family was poor as hell, though, so buying $40+ books and $300+ Warhammer starter sets wasn’t a priority. I would try to create my own but were all proper shit. I at least had fun with process.
I discovered some used Call of Cthulhu books in an antique mall in my mid 20s and realized that I could buy all the stuff I never could get as a kid. I’m 42 now and have two full bookcases of RPGs and a whole pile of grey plastic collecting dust.


Because everyone loves dogs.
The power of Christ compelled her to swallow hog.
This is why you don’t trust a dipshit who paints everything in his home gold with public projects.


I miss DIY culture so much. I grew up impoverished so replacement wasn’t always an option for us. I learned basic household repair and electronics just by watching the adults in my family do appliance repairs or tinker with old radio equipment.


Knowing and experiencing a disconnected world is one of the few things I wouldn’t give up from childhood. I was enamored with the Internet when popular adoption began in the mid to late 90s but it was a separate world that you could actually exit. I could still communicate with peers and friends without this layer of memes and affected irony between us.


A piglet like George Santos believing he’s intimidating is the funniest shit I’ve read all week.


I’m pretty sure we’re all dead and this is Hell.
Ew, Gnome.


My dog shows her teeth all the time. Her lips get stuck on them.


Me when the Hegelian dialectics hit:



I wore one off when using the home computer so I could hear my father or his girlfriend’s approach. Both of the assholes were the kind of malignant narcissist who believes they’re the smartest person in the room in any given situation but are actually pig shit stupid and solve every problem with verbal abuse and/or violence.
They would constantly spittle-flying scream at and occasionally strike me for every perceived “fuck up” I made but “hacking the computer with downloads” put the biggest pole up their ass. This accusation came anytime I did basic shit that was noticeable like changing the wallpaper or if they saw me updating Windows.
One time, my father had an absolute meltdown because he couldn’t “turn off the fucking websites”. Confused, I asked him what he meant and he called me an idiot and started screaming about how “all your websites were fucking up the box”. I patiently asked him to show me what he was trying to do. The fucking moron was livid because he didn’t know how to use the pull-down menu on the shutdown prompt. Instead of apologizing for losing his cool, he just yelled at me more telling me to never leave it on “restart” again.
I don’t really talk to him as an adult outside of holidays and family emergencies.


As I expected: inconsequential very online bullshit. What a fucking tool.


Lol. Citation definitely needed.


This is the third time this month alone that I’ve seen this Piefed clown try to stir shit in various communities. What the fuck is their problem?


I use the presence books or an e-reader in a home as a barometer for how much have in common with the people in it. I’m not a snob about it, either. I don’t care if its Harry Potter or obscure volumes of post-structural literary criticism. Just read, please.
This reminds me of when I worked in a café years ago. We had this smug woman that would try to correct our pronunciation of French words but say them wrong herself. Croissant for her was “quasant”. Cafe au lait was “Caf ah light”. She would do that until we hired a Quebecois student from the local college who responded to her corrections with fluent French.