He made a competing black that anyone can buy, too.

https://culturehustle.com/

Can I just say what a crazy fucking timeline we're on? Like what the fuck. When I was a kid it was like, oh no bill clinton's a pervy asshole but still somehow cool. Now we have nazis, social media is owned by billionaires who manipulate people with memes, the earth is boiling and I'm still getting fucking ads for hair removal.

I suggest we all go out for one day, with some snacks to share, and some guillotines, have a party, then agree we all go back to the woods to eat berries and be happy. I don't even care about the god damn internet and good moisturizer. I would like to sit naked in a bog, eating leaves, and sleep in a tree dreaming of nothing at all.

One of the problems I've always had with the left (I'm a queer-ass lefty) is they talk like a cover letter written by AI. They're treading carefully, trying to appeal to everyone, and sound like the soulless middle managers they are. The most iconic thing Kamela said, to me, is when she called the republicans weird.

I hope things like this become more common. I want to hear what people really think so I don't feel like I'm going crazy alone. Be more like Bernie. Hell. I would love it if Bernie dropped some fuck yous and bitch asses.

"We found a drug that extends someone's perception of time. Imagine having small moments of extended peace during a busy week, or time to decompress after trauma, or using it to prolong pleasurable moments..."

"Okay but what if we used it to make hell a reality?"

As a former art student, yeah. I'm not eyeing up your dick, I'm furious at it because my paper is covered in eraser smudges and no matter what I do it ends up like beaker's nose.

The fact that he still has a platform is evidence we need better mental health care.

I don't understand why you people only kill your good presidents.

I don't like this app. I don't like the idea of this app. I think the whole thing was misguided.

But let me tell you of a time when I was younger and more festively slutty, I had a few encounters that might have made me a user. Not all men, no, but after the third time a dude threatens to rape you in a park, you start to wonder if you could be doing more to protect yourself.

Remember, ladies, these days you can print your own handguns and make them look like whatever you want.

Not too soon. Just in the neck of time.

I'm not calling for violence, but I would be so very pleased if we have nazi hunters again.

Trump either dies suspiciously or gets openly assassinated.

California secedes from the union which starts off hopeful but ends in their own Calexit debacle.

The severing of intercontinental data cables leads to the isolation of formerly global communities.

Finally. FINALLY. My ulcer grows every time I hear someone quote that list of evil things Monsanto does. Even though yes, they are evil.

Looks like a knotted string of butt hairs connected across the diameter of the anus, splitting the turd in twain. At some point the pressure of the bowel movement overstressed the butt hair bridge, snapping it and allowing the remainder of the shit to come out as one.

The US has been fucking with Canada for a long time before Trump.

We want to get rid of daylight savings time but won't unless Americans follow suit.

The US has literally tried to tunnel underground to steal fresh water from Canada.

American administrations have been notoriously unfriendly to NDP governments and made threats when Saskatchewan elected a far left party, claiming Canada was leaning too far into socialism.

American fuckery (and a shitty PM) killed our aviation industry, leading to a reliance on the states to purchase military aircraft.

It was one of the worst pains I've ever experienced and they gave me mother fucking tylenol.

I got the IUD after twelve years of trying to convince doctors my cramps were unusually bad, and being prescribed mother fucking tylenol, for what I later learned were "muscle spasms similar to labor," every. single. month.

The IUD helped! If you have the same, ask about a Mirena and bring a flask of something strong. Like opium.

Bet there's some kind of psychological trick you can play on cyclists, distracting them with pictures of people walking in bicycle paths.

Everyone else in that scene could be raw-fucking mid-sized Gumby sex dolls and I'd still be like "Get out the damn bike lane!"

I can't wait for the inglourious bastardsing of ICE agents.

Or... just spitballing here, people could walk on the sidewalk. The one beside the bike lane. For walking.

Sure, inconvenience is a part of life, but common sense tells you not to shit in someone's sink.

In all likelihood, this is the work of man. Conventional wisdom tells us that deer can not put on clothing, no matter how simple the design. And yet, let me tell you about deer.

Not long ago I moved to a small town nestled in lake country. My first week here I ran into a bear as one might run into a neighbour in line at the grocery store, both of us picking up some berries from nature's free shop. Foxes, wolves and otters are common sightings, too, but none of them so bold as the deer.

A deer can jump a six foot fence like a tissue floating on wind, so when I decided to garden, I caged the whole thing up. I look left and I look right, and then I open the wood and wire door to check on my pumpkins to an audible snort, deer just behind me, waiting to get at my peas.

A deer figured out the gate to the deck and ate all my tomatoes. I chased after one, trying to help, because it got the whole tomato cage stuck on it's head like an avant-garde muzzle, it wore it for a week. A deer begged my friend for her wendy's fries and ate them from her hand, we posted a picture and three people said "Oh yeah, that's Bernie." A deer broke my plastic garden chair by trying to sleep in it. Just today, I was scattering salt and sand over the walkway when a deer pranced over and stuck it's whole head in the scoop/shaker thing while I still held it.

I don't encourage the deer, I don't feed them or start conversations, but to them we're all one weird tribe. They bring their kids to the yard in the morning to hang out, sometimes waiting by the door for me to come outside with my coffee. Sometimes they have neon flagging tape or chicken wire stuck in their antlers, and they won't let me take it out. Sometimes they have orphaned mits in their mouths, I don't know where from, and they throw them at each other in a game I don't understand.

I'm not saying a deer could put on a vest, no, but it was probably their idea.

I might be a magnet for anomalies but every welder I know is either a woman or non-binary and gay as hell.