After the API thing I heard mod tools broke too. I started frivolously reporting posts and replies. Some days it was far beyond excessive. I wanted to give someone moderating some subreddit a headache. They could have walked away but that smell permeating shit mountain was too alluring for them to leave.

I would probably want to smoke crack. Not like I can get hooked and ruin my life if I’m on death row already.

My neighbor used to put marbles in his paintball gun

I aspire to live to see a future much more futuristic than science could have predicted

I remember one summer growing up my parents cooked a lot of zucchini. It got to the point where we were like “pump the brakes on the zucchini we can’t take much more”. Turns out it was growing in the compost pile quite a bit from discarded seeds. Granted, that compost pile is very healthy with red worms.

I want to play Nioh but the huge guy inside the boat is proving too difficult to proceed.

Believe it or not the thing on a submarine that is where a fin would be on a marine animal is also called a conning tower

I’ve always wanted to rip them out like I’m starting a lawnmower.

Fresh White Reeboks Kickin Your Ass by Nigel Pepper Cock is a very visibly hard album cover

Growing up my dad had a jar of orange oil at his workstation. It smelled great every time we visited him at that job.

When the wind blew the right way it would smell like cookies outside in the mornings. There was a cookie factory within noseshot. It was like an invisible treat.

Nitro - Freight Train

This song delivers an abundance of hair. Nitro has an abundance of necks per guitar as well.

Go to answer a text and when you return to the lemmy tab your whole reply is gone.

Using a spot of white out on the CRT screen instead of the scope of the railgun

I rotate like a döner

I have a… less than smart TV hanging upside down in my bedroom. I only used it to watch The X-Files in there using my Steam Deck when I brought my second Maine Coon kitty home. I don’t even think I have a remote for it. Figured some time in there would be good so she can start to smell like the house. She tucks me in when I go to bed every night so I did something right. TV is still there but has not been used in a few years. Since it is hanging from the ceiling it is easily forgotten and out of the way.

Handkerchiefs tied together. The magic show starts off boring but when the amount of handkerchief on the floor vastly outweighs the person pulling them out of their pocket, that’s when the magic starts. Also taking applications for a magician who can do something with a huge pile of handkerchiefs. Or someone who can make clothes out of handkerchiefs.

I have one cat who tucks me in every night.

Is that the guy with the gas pump nozzle up his ass whacking off in the center or my parents getting divorced again?

OP I think you meant ‘morale’ in the thread title. I’m not here to be one of ‘those people’ I thought morale in Oregon Trail was some kind of syrup I was always running out of and the shops never sold any.

We were the April fools this year. Got our hopes up and he didn’t shit his pants and/or die on live TV.