

According to one of the stories my mother loves to tell my romantic partners, I pissed in a hamper one night while sleep walking when I was 7. Apparently, she woke up when I started wondering aloud where the hell the flusher was.


According to one of the stories my mother loves to tell my romantic partners, I pissed in a hamper one night while sleep walking when I was 7. Apparently, she woke up when I started wondering aloud where the hell the flusher was.


Welcome to the culture war I guess, Calibri. God, this timeline is dumb.


Man, fuck the NYPD. Protectors of traitorous Nazi scum.


True. “Carol of the Bells” goes hard. It sounds like you’re being chased down a dark alley by a serial killer.


Daylight Saving time, Donald Trump & his supporters, the US healthcare “system”, mosquitos, Christmas music, babies on airplanes, hangnails, bigotry and intolerance of other people’s cultures, and the Dutch.


I agree completely. I never took to the whole “forgive and forget” mentality. Thing is, my memory sucks, so I do forget… I just never forgive. So there are a lot of people I hold grudges against for reasons I can’t remember. I just assume that past me knew what he was doing when he started the grudge in the first place.


I used to hope that, but these last couple of decades have brutally beten such optimism out of me.


The 37th president was Richard Nixon, or “Tricky Dick”, as quite a few people called him. Something to think about.


Klingon. I would love to hear my cat yell about glory while attacking a random bit of lint he found on the ground.
Edit: I realize you said “human” language, but a human invented klingons and their language, so I’m saying it counts.


And UFC.


Ok, but it’s providing information to advertisers about your activity, right? When I click on something, Firefox sells that information. Whether you consider it “personal data” is irrelevant; it is data about me: my actions.
You seem to be pretty hell-bent on defending Mozilla here. You work for them or something? It really is very simple. They started out more idealistic, but then they realized that things are expensive and there’s money to be made, so they sold out a little. It happens.


This counts as a “sale” even though no actual identifying information about you was exchanged. They mention this in the paragraphs I attached, when they talk about data sent via OHTTP.
I mean… it should count as a sale, because it’s a sale. They are selling information about browsing habits for money. Regardless of whether they include identifying information, it is still personal data that they are selling. They removed that line from their FAQs because they changed their minds about selling personal data. It has fuck all to do with weird legal definitions. They promised they wouldn’t ever sell personal data, and then they were like “wellll…”


As an example, the California Consumer Privacy Act (CCPA) defines “sale” as the “selling, renting, releasing, disclosing, disseminating, making available, transferring, or otherwise communicating orally, in writing, or by electronic or other means, a consumer’s personal information by [a] business to another business or a third party” in exchange for “monetary” or “other valuable consideration.”
Yes. That is selling. If you exchange customer data for money or other valuables, that is the definition of “selling”.


And if the vote never materializes, or ends in inevitable failure, will you apologize for posting stupid fucking hypotheticals like this one?

Of all the things that didn’t happen, this didn’t happen the most.


“The president uses social media to make a point,” Johnson told reporters Monday. “He believes that he is a king and that any protest against him or his appointed officials is treason. In essence, he is a fucking traitor who never should have gotten elected the first time, let alone the second, and I and my colleagues are going to work to impeach him and remove him from office, just as soon as we take our tongues out of his asshole.”
– Mike Johnson, if he was slightly less of a toady piece of shit traitor.


Given that this guy wrote about a dream he had wherein his grandmother grabbed a fistful of her pubes and stroked his face with them while asking him to comment on how soft they were, I think we can rule out demonic attack. They may be the minions of Satan, but even demons would be like “bro, what the fuck?!?”


He looks like he was taking a shit in the dark and got an itch on his upper lip mid-wipe.
“Hey, citizens, we’re out of money thanks to our ruinous, idiotic, 4-year-long invasion of Ukraine. Instead of holding our military and executive to account for our stupid, fascistic foreign wars (oops, I mean foreign military exercises!), we’re going to create laws that put extra scrutiny on your transactions. Hope you don’t mind!”