ZeffSyde @ ZeffSyde @lemmy.world

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Mental inconvenience takes a number of forms, one of them is nicotine addiction. Some people with more standard brains than you and I can't comprehend why we would regularly consume literal poison to feel better instead of, I don't know, watching a Disney film or running until they sweat and smell.

I have switched over to a vape and mix my own flavorless, scentless juice. I still feel like a pariah when I use it, and stick to alleys and back lots.

I truly wish vape culture hadn't had that bro moment of douche bags chucking clouds in theaters and making a fuss when imbibing indoors.

I'd be slightly less embarrassed of the pile of addictions I've become.

I bet they don't even know how to run a train, posers.

/S

I had a roommate years ago that collected dozens of escort flyers on his trip to Vegas and sealed them on a coffee table under acrylic.

Pretty rad.

Oh shit, you're right. Photo was probably taken from the Marz Brewing thing by the corner of Western and Armitage.

The intersection of Western/Armitage/Milwaukee is a pain in the dick for all. Pedestrians have to wait at three busy crosswalks to get to the train station. Drivers don't know what lane to be in or whether they need to take a soft or hard left to continue onto the street they want.

They did recently bump out the curbs at the crosswalk, which is nice for pedestrians, but the cagers were upset because it created a bottle neck.

I knew a girl that made Gazpacho from a hand written recipe that a French exchange student had left us.

The recipe, amongst other ingredients, said '2 Garlic'.

We took that to mean two heads of garlic, instead of two cloves.

That was some spicy ass soup. We sweated our way through it because it was painfully delicious.

No matter how much I showered or brushed my teeth, I radiated garlic for the next couple days and had to explain myself at my barista job.

Bros before beaches.

Pretty much any Artist Loft in the 90s.

Bitch, you have enough room to have a softball tournament in your front room, quit complaining about how 'rough ' the neighborhood is.

My mother's house had one of these pleasant looking Razor Disposal Slots in a medicine cabinet. When we redid the bathroom there was just a pile of ancient rusty razor blades behind the wall.

Boomer era foresight. They probably dumped their used engine oil into holes in the back garden as well.

I'm preparing to bust my kikwears out of storage, but it's not quite time yet.

I'm totally cool with baggy fit coming back for a while, just please don't bring back the pre-distressed dirty washed jeans that look like you've been rolling around in a barn all day and also shit yourself.

So... My odds of not being shot by a cop are better if I carry a replica gun, unless I'm reading this wrong.

I had no idea how to free base or make a pipe out of a lightbulb until I saw that DARE video.

The chitin that makes up shrooms causes stomach upset because your body can't do anything with it. Making tea and discarding the solids may provide a smoother experience.

I'm sure there are other more thorough forms of extraction, but this is the basic way I know of.

Aren't there weird laws that require bars to have a pot of soup cooking during business hours, even if nobody ever orders it?

We can't allow the Feeemaaales to learn the art of war.

It just occurred to me that I've never played any sort of war game with someone sporting ovaries.

If I'm brave enough to do this, does it make me a cultural ambassador of some sort?

Spicy/gross take: The woman are still in the picture, but under the table.

:(

I just want to see the featureless Rumpus Room fading off infinitely into an eternal void.

Under His Eye.

I'm imagining a break future where, in order to access data from a website you have to pass a three tiered system of tests that make, 'click here to prove you aren't a robot' and 'select all of the images that have a traffic light' , seem like child's play.