WittyProfileName2 [she/her]

The bluestones in Stonehenge come from West Wales. Instead of quarrying stone from near the monument, they dragged these huge blocks from ~278km away. Likewise, the altar stone comes from ~700km away in North-East Scotland. It must’ve been very important for the ancient Britons to’ve used these specific rocks for some reason, but their religious practices were conveyed via a now extinct oral tradition so no-one knows exactly why they did it.

I don’t know what that means.

What I’m saying is that there’s insufficient force and direction for a shampoo bottle to penetrate just from falling onto it.

Anything that is inserted into the rectum has to be eased through the rectal sphincter. Now, there are ways to make the insertion easier such as using lubrication or taking poppers but there’s still gonna sufficient resistance that it’s not gonna happen without the person making it happen.

There was this bloke who used to sit at the train station close to the uni I was attending at the time, he’d drink cans of alcohol and do a little trainspotting. We talked a couple of times and he gave me some advice that helped me get out of my shell and talk to people a lot more. I must’ve only chatted with him, like, once or twice but I think it made all the difference in pushing me into making friends in what would otherwise’ve been a very lonely and isolated part of my life.

Not sure if I’d class it as the craziest moment of my life, but it was like a scene out of a sitcom:

When I was a teenager I briefly worked part-time at a place that refurbished various household appliances. Donations came in through the front and ended up in back with very little looking over. We took all sorts in and the workshop floor was split into various departments based on what appliances they dealt with. I was a new hire and they were still cycling me 'round various departments, my least favourite one was when I was assigned to cleaning out used ovens.

One day this box came in and, like, we opened it up and there were various electronic massaging gizmos. So, my supervisor is pulling 'em out, he passes some of 'em to me to give a lookover to make sure they’re clean and do, like, PAT tests and stuff.

I’m plodding along and he gets to work on the rest himself. I’m doing the tests on this thing that’s like a plastic plate with this piece on the top vaguely shaped like a pair of cupped hands, when my supervisor calls me over to lend a hand. He’s got this black tube that goes a bit wider on one end, about as thick as my wrist. It looked kinda like a torch but with a cap screwed over the bit the light’s in.

His hands are a bit slippy so he’s having a hard time unscrewing the cap, so he asked me to have a go. Wider end pointed away from me, I wrapped my hand around the cap and gave it a good twist. The first clue I had that something was amiss was that my supervisor went bright red. I asked him what’s wrong and just told me to see for myself, so I turn the thing in my hand and see this silicone orifice looking back at me.

That was how I learnt what a fleshlight is.

NO

Tankie has been shifting way beyond its original meaning to just be a vague leftward stab, but being an anarchist and everything I don’t think it applies to me just yet

That’s a brave person right there, to stand in front of all those tanks.

What happened next? I bet it was something terrible.

No it’s just thinly veiled Islamophobia.

Some fascists have an urban myth that since pork is haram, Muslims shot by a bullet covered in lard go to hell.

Chechnya has a lot of Muslims and Ramzan Kadyrov is the head of state of Chechnya, so “Kadyrov orcs” is a dog whistle for Muslims.

IDK, there’s a long history of homoeroticism in islamic art (largely poetry, here’s a write-up about that), it doesn’t seem entirely implausible that this could be some of that.

Careful not to burn yourself at that BBQ 'cos you’ll have to go into debt to afford a sticking plaster. That is if any gathering of Americans larger than two doesn’t just immediately devolve into a mass shooting again. Maybe you’ll see a weather balloon and have to hide indoors from the Chinese.

link to original source.

Do murder ghosts or whatever count as dependents?

There’s probably some nightmare tax form for this, isn’t there?

I understand why the liberals disingenuously label live Nazis as freedom fighters, like, they do it so often that at this point I wonder if it’s an involuntary reflex for them to cheer when they see a swastika.

I don’t understand why they’re still doing it now he’s dead and therefore no longer any use to them.

Blairite labour are all posting their little eulogies about him, claiming that he was a hero of democracy. But, like, Navalny was a Neo-Nazi he wasn’t gonna democratise shit. Like, why hitch your wagon to one of the Russian politicians more reactionary than Putin, especially now he’s dead?

Yeah and HPV vaccinations are older than those still.

But, I guess “some scientists have developed a vaccine to lower the risk of one specific cause of one specific type of cancer.” is less attention grabbing than “X country has developed a cancer vaccine”

Innocent smol bean pogromists.

Have a good day, friend

You too, mate.

Ah, you’re right, I see now, boiling down Marxist critique into “can’t control emotions” and “only wants money” while celebrating the individualistic ramblings of a lead-poisoned imperial despot, is a much more rational outlook.

Systemic issues aren’t real, you just gotta stop thinking bad thoughts and suddenly the crushing oppression that Aurelius was writing in defense of don’t matter.

“Hmm, why would man sitting on the top of an inherently unjust system preach complacency with said system as a virtue? Must be because he’s super rational and smart.”

• you, somehow still on that slave mentality in the 21st century.

No one voted for the wanker, but we still have to pay to keep him and his incestous kin in riches while our fellow countrymen starve in the street.

He wants pity, he should abandon this hereditary rule bullshit and take all those unelected peers up in parliament with him back to the medieval age where they belong.