Meaning one could hypothetically spray a tomato with dioxins up to 5% of its body weight and it would still qualify as organic.

And slip some cash over to the FDA when one of their interns asks too many questions.

And then they just organize on Facebook or WhatsApp instead. Monopoly 101 failed.

Now you’ve convinced me! I really ought to have been the bigger man when my mom called me in the middle of the night to tell me that Trump’s a martyr like Jesus and that the Democrats are performing demonic baby-eating rituals inside underground tunnels, and just let her keep screaming about me being a brainwashed woke communist because we just have little differences and we all need to get along.

Haha, nope. I want scorched earth on every one of those conspiracy nut fuckers holding right-wing parties around the balls, since they went after my family with their brainrot. I don’t give a shit that a handful of people exist who don’t explicitly support Jewish Space Laser Marge or Venmo Bribes Clarence, because y’all still vote lock step to keep these crazy loons around because Roe v. Wade is worth killing for $300 extra on next year’s tax return.

Of course not, helping priests climb to heaven is the altar boy’s job.

An asshole who primarily courts right-wingers an inch to the left of Neo-Nazis by making them feel logical and superior for denying basic facts about reality, while the mask-off Neo-Nazis repeatedly send death threats to his family because they’re culturally Jewish.

I don’t pity him. He dug his hole by choice, and it is a very comfy hole in upper-class Los Angeles where he won’t experience the consequences of societal collapse that he encourages poorer right-wingers to spread around. Tough for his kids, I’d imagine, since they’ll be growing up in a world with all those oven-fanatic redcaps crawling out of the woodwork that their dad turned a blind eye to for clout.

They rennovated it too. How much could a starter home cost, $1.5 million lump sum?

I’d be lucky to dream about having the funds to get a mortgage 1 home 15 years from now. All I want is a place I can live in and call my own for 40-odd years until I kick the bucket, then my future nephews and nieces can have a catfight over how to carve it up for coin assuming global warming hasn’t decisively fucked everyone over by then.

Of course I wouldn’t be able to comprehend the mindset of affluenza-huffers who can’t live without cutting out the biggest slice of pie even if it means breaking the oven and starving out everyone else.

Limited subscriptions can go to hell as well. Sure, I could pay $50/yr for a Switch Online + Expansion Pack (not featuring Dante from the Devil May Cry series) so I can temporarily play GBA games and lose access to them forever when the service is eventually discontinued… or I could just emulate them on my smartphone/jailbroken consoles for free.

I’m a chemist, we’re basically glued to our jeans regardless of gender. Yes, summer is hell for us.

Where are y’all finding people to reply to you that many times

Evernote (functional note-taking app), ReVanced (Youtube ads are a blight on civilization), My Boy! (Fire Emblem GBA series are my comfort games which get me through my bus commute. I would buy them on actual hardware if Nintendo didn’t make it such an obtuse PITA with limited-time subscriptions to induce artificial scarcity.)