Marshmallows and gravy.

Naah, Moose came later, he was the chap who came down from a mountain with a couple of iPads, then drove out of the desert in a Triumph, or something like that.

Shouldn’t be a problem in a couple of years as russia’s economy tanks under the weight of putin’s war, Google’ll get change from a dollar bill if they wait it out.

Listening to music.

I was playing some music on my cassette player at school one day, but it wasn’t rock’n’roll according to the renowned expert that was discussing the situation with me, therefore it was “gay”.

I fucking think it’s because they’re fucking worried that fucking people on fucking Lemmy might be fucking offended by the fucking word fuck and its fucking derivatives. Let’s fucking hope they fucking bookmark this fucking post and fucking come back to it in a few fucking weeks to see if anything’s fucking happened to it. Fuck fuckity fuck fuck - fuck fuck.

Yeah but those little bastards started it. People call what’s happening in Gaza a genocide but that’s nothing compared with the mozzie kill count.

L for Lemmy

Easily. Step 1: become a billionaire, as in the image. Step 2: create 999 millionaires. Congratulations, you’re now a millionaire!

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Huh? When are you guys celebrating Halloween? The only Friday 13ths in 2024 are in September and December.

Also I thought the calendar cycles every 400 years. So if Fri 13th Oct 2024 exists, which it doesn’t, then Fri 13th Oct 1624 and 2424 also, er, don’t exist.

♫ In the year 2424, if trolls are still alive… ♫

Brit here. Not saying the NHS has no problems, long waiting lists being the most obvious, and on a practical/personal note shared wards, but at least in principle if the doc says you need X then you get X. There’s no beancounter to persuade that you really need this thing who then says no anyway. There might be another step: GP -> specialist -> diagnosis -> solution but in principle it’s pretty straightforward. It’s funded by a 9% tax so you pay according to your ability, and it’s free at the point of delivery to all British citizens.

If the solution is a pill or potion from the chemist then you get it free if you’re on a low income, but at a capped price on prescription.

Because it’s free to use, you (can) go to the doc as soon as you have a problem, unlike in the USA where you dread massive bills so you hope it goes away on its own, meanwhile it gets worse so you go when you have to and when the bills are at their highest. And because the NHS is tied into the government who regulate the pharmaceutical industry they (should but don’t always) get best prices on everything, along with bulk discounts because it’s just one buyer for the whole country.

I’m probably oversimplifying a lot here; I don’t work in the NHS so this is just my view as an outsider. I think there are some regional variations; every so often “NHS postcode lottery” comes up in the news, but I don’t know how they work.

Ah but that’s where all this gender fluidity/ambiguity gets interesting. OP might be a trans-dude, so “she” (apologies for the hypothetical deadgendering but it’s illustrative) would technically then be straight with no risk of butt defects (unless they did that of course) but with some risk of birth defects as he could then have been impregnated by his dad.

That’s because the cat’s name is “6 ice cold beers”.

Another splendd Kapwng cartoon.

Quite right too. The most important factor for me when buying a computer is that the sales droid is in an office. All those CPU, RAM and disk numbers are secondary to that.

A friend persuaded me to go on a date with a girl I wasn’t particularly into. We went for a meal, then she wanted to go clubbing. But I’m not into that either, so she broke down in tears. I was pretty sure I hadn’t said anything that bad, but then the story came out: her ex-partner had the same first name and job as me, and the meal and clubbing were his favourite things, but he’d been found dead in another country with his common law wife and kids, and the similarity to me was effectively his coming back from the dead to be with her again.

No there wasn’t a second date. I haven’t seen her since either. Neither have I taken dating advice off that friend since, although we are still friends.

Too right. Ain’t nobody needs that “the most important commandment is to love others as yourself” crap.

Mine’s mostly set on 22. When I feel cold I bump that up to 24, 26, maybe even 28. When I’ve done at the gym (multiple times per week) I want cooling down so I turn it down to 16 or 14.

Can you cite any peer reviewed studies that show scientific thinking necessarily leads away from omnivory?

Reminds me of the time I had to explain to a friend that twat was not a synonym for twit.