I’m 54, not a military kid, just a genX that had hippie parents.

I’ve lived in 13 different states. Went to a different school every year, sometimes a couple of different schools in one year.

When people ask for directions, i tell them to use maps.

sesquipedalian.

Basically defines itself

Could have been 17 at the last election, that’d stretch it to 21 maybe.

Well.

That’s, uh… something.

A TV on a ceiling mount

I love that you unironically offered a solution.

This is not a thing.

We like pepperoni rolls and sausage biscuits.

Not. This.

The insect apocalypse is real.

Every gas station used to carry bug-b-gone to get the guts off your windshield and headlights.

We’re something like 75% down seasonally and 80% down midsummer since 2000.

At this point, we need someone to seize the reins long enough to save us. And then put them down.

Firefighter is the best of these.

Kinda off topic, but there are a lot of replies on mastodon.social that aren’t showing on lemmy.

Why? Isn’t federation supposed to consolidate these discussions?

To Americans, biscuits are bread leavened with baking soda or baking powder.

That’s it. Bread.

If someone is giving you greasy roux with bits of meat in it, they don’t like you.

Good biscuits and gravy will make you smack your mama for lying to you about what a good breakfast is.

I love that someone explained unironically.

All your online interactions are with bots.

Brought to you by Carl’s Jr.

All 911 of them.

No ads on Mastodon. They’ll write about it when they figure out how to monetize it.

Profitable companies should be required to dispense a minimum percentage of profits as wages.

Old Style and Portillo’s

Musk ain’t getting in a cage with a two-comma commoner.