Nah. Just let it rip.You’ll have to get used to each other’s farts eventually. Might as well get it over with right on the first date.

Funny, that movie was called “The Bus That Couldn’t Slow Down” in English.

Soooo… They don’t have any externally visible genitals, do they?

My dad treated me like a boxing bag for the slightest transgression.
I once squatted for an entire night. Squatted. Because at dusk, I was gaming in the middle of a room with a very creaky floor and then darkness fell. I was expected to be in my own room, and now I was trapped. Had to turn off the console as to not make any noise or quick movement.
Had my parents found out, they’d have flat out killed me, and that’s not an exaggeration.
Oh, and apart from the constant physical and mental abuse, I was never allowed to leave the house except for going to school, and couldn’t make any phone call exceeding one minute.
I got out of it eventually, but it took a lot of healing. My siblings’ lives are still completely ruined, though.

I’ve talked to a lot of people from all walks of life, and I’ve come to realize that one of the main things that sets people apart in adulthood is whether they were loved as kids. Those that were, and those that weren’t, might as well come from different planets. It’s so bad I very much go out of my way to avoid the topic.

They: Yeah I didn’t always get along with my parents.
Me: So… how often did they beat you up?
They: Oh no, they never beat me. But my mother criticized me a lot, and my dad moped, sometimes.
Me: :-|
They: I’m kinda traumatized from all this.
Me: So… where did you spend last Christmas?
They: Well, among other things, I visited my parents, of course.
Me (who has cut of all communication for many years): o_O

Deregulation, ain’t it great.

Reminder that any sort of workplace surveillance is outright illegal in some EU countries. It could even be considered a criminal act.

Where I live, this is being aired on TV on Christmas every year, as a tradition.

My school had an official “smokers’ corner.” Oh no, not for the teachers. It was for the kids.
And it was inside the building.

They teach it at Turkish schools.

It’s true. Habitually saying “please.” thank you," “hello” to people can open a lot of doors. Also, it’s just amazing in an awful way just how many people are not doing this.

I want to pet it.

Geez, that’s some dedication. And where do you even get 64 working floppy drives?

pngcrush gets it down to 21.1 kB with no loss of quality.
I tried posting the file, but Lemmy converts it to the atrocious webp format automatically.
EDIT: JPEG-XL clocks in at just 16.3 kB, again with no loss of quality.

Nice racket. First you pay the airlines for their tickets, then the ICE with your tax dollars to buy your data from said airlines.

Dating sites besieging their users with bots and fake profiles.