And burn things. And explode things.

Disagree. This image of the guy's body dissolving as all his cells gain independence is fucking existentially terrifying, which adds a piquant flavour in the epilogue.

BTW, your hatred of epilogues... Are you Neal Stephenson?

If it was just about a cute body, people would just get Realdolls with warming coils. Some people are satisfied by that, sure, but not many.

What most of us like is a body animated by a vivacious and interesting intelligence of some kind.

And here's the fun part: the more interesting the spooky animating ghost intelligence, the less cute the body needs to be.

My partner's butt is, shape wise, probably pretty similar to many others. But when I squeeze it in a certain way, and it moves lithely in my hands like a big old disco cat.... It's genuinely the best butt in my universe.

You're crazy, it was clearly borbs. The existence of borbs has been kept secret for many years, since they first appeared.

If the truth emerges, those who think boobs to be the highest treasure will be jealous, and chaos will reign as borb-havers, of whom there are never enough, are swamped by crazed booberists seeking to upgrade.

It is best you think this a shit post, and do not seek the truth.

Yes, instead of the formerly chud-brained person who changed their mind and did the work to improve, you would rather vote for the current Nazi who is clever enough to hide their nature by not having a tattoo.

You absolute muppet.

Dead vagina theory

It's a similar experience being an introvert who isn't into sports in Australia.

It's fashionable among chuds to be offended by her, because she attacked the chuds.

I would totally agree to this. Then I would try and make Claude believe I am a secret werewolf without letting the date know anything is weird.

The thumbnail made him look like a chad, but when you see the large pic, there is desperation in his eyes and pursed lips. The madness of a trapped animal.

He's been like that ever since that famous press conference at which it was obvious he'd just seen the reality of the Epstein Files, and realised what his boss actually was, and that he now knew too much for Trump to be comfortable. The fear, the pale shaking terror. It never left him.

Now he's just drowning the memories in booze, trying to forget the faces of the dead girls, living it up before the regime falls and he faces charges, or Trump decides to silence him, or his own liver takes pity on him. The fear is his master.

It's ironic, because the actual likely outcome is no consequences will fall on him. Nobody gets punished these days. Even if the next admin somehow miraculously decides to actually punish the guilty, he's far down the list, and silence will protect him.

They aren't. However, they need to blame someone for the ills of society that they cause by taking all our money, to make us angry at the wrong people and let them keep taking all our money. So they choose immigrants, because xenophobia is a natural human emotion and easy to exploit.

My first golf swing ever was insanely good. Like, got it on the green, first try. My grandfather was really impressed... Until every swing after that. Never ever as good again.

That first swing, though, that was beautiful.

Liberate is standard army slang for steal, yes.

That's a silly thing to say.

Peasants have land.

Heh. My partner is transitioning right now, and I'm bisexual, so it's kinda best of both worlds. Definitely put yourself out there. There are people who will delight you in ways you can't imagine yet.

Lemmy.world censored this.

You lie down with dogs, you get fleas.

If you don't like being a target, get the US bases out.

Personally, I'd pay extra based on how funny the talking shit was. Roast me, fellas! Make fun of all the clutter on my back seat! Laugh at the brake lights that illuminate the inside!

Because when you're a dictator and you want to oppress or attack a population, you get troops from nowhere near that location so that they will not be attacking their local community. Ideally you want hillbilly idiots from the arse end of nowhere so you can tell them anything you like about who they are supposed to beat the shit out of.

Idaho, eh? Yep, that's about right.

I don't want to lose weight for vanity. I want to live beyond my 50s.