'Member that song “74-75” by The Connells? That was a big hit in the Nineties.
We’re now at 31 years after the release of this single and 49 years after the class of 1975 graduated.

“I am a fox,” said the fox.
“Please - tame me!”

Don’t know much about history… Don’t know much palaeontology…

OBEY

Breakup version:
Rachel and I are dating again.
Well, not each other, but still…

No, it’s Ocho!

The number of people who will get the reference can be counted on one hand, probably.

Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face by a gorilla.

♫ It’s true that all the men you knew were dealers who said they were through

being dealers every time you gave them shelter

I know that kind of man, it’s hard to hold the hand of anyone

who’s reaching for the sky just to surrender ♪

(originally by Leonard Cohen, of course)

Cobb: “I’ve come back for you… to remind you of something. Something you once knew. That this world is not real.”

Can’t escape capitalism.

♪ Hinckley couldn’t shoot straight, hit a guy in the forehead ♪ :-(

I believe it was Marx who first observed that superfluous jobs, as well as unemployment, are inextricably linked to capitalism.

EDIT: Found a relevant Marx quote in Grundrisse:

Capital itself is the moving contradiction, [in] that it presses to reduce labour time to a minimum, while it posits labour time, on the other side, as sole measure and source of wealth. Hence it diminishes labour time in the necessary form so as to increase it in the superfluous form; hence posits the superfluous in growing measure as a condition – question of life or death – for the necessary.

See also Marcuse, 1969:

The absorption [i.e. disappearance] of unemployment and the maintenance of an adequate rate of profit would […] require the stimulation of demand on an ever larger scale, thereby stimulating the rat race of the competitive struggle for existence through the multiplication of waste, planned obsolescence, parasitic and stupid jobs and services.

When I was little, I asked my parents why they don’t smoke and they just laughed. I didn’t understand why. Because 100% of the other adults I knew were smokers.

Join some Whatsapp group that piques your interest and meet with them IRL. I wouldn’t have thought that drinking beer and shooting the shit with total strangers could be so much fun, but here we are.

Geez, that reminds me of a former colleague that, when asked for “the numbers,” would just send screenshots of tables in the ERP system instead of exporting them to a spreadsheet. What’s even worse, usually a lot of values were plain wrong, on one occasion more than half of them.

Yeah, it feels quite petulant and deconstructive at times.
But a lot of what you wrote is just a feature of any small online community. Then you end up with these bitter types who, if you rubbed them slightly the wrong way, get up at 6 a.m., downvote everything you ever wrote and report as many of your contributions as they can get away with.
I mean, downvotes and upvotes could be capped at -1 and +5, respectively, like on /. which has been going strong for more than 20 years with this concept, or there could be enforcement of some sort of netiquette, but that would put additional strain on the mods.