Upvoted partly because it’s funny, but largely because it still scans.

Mormon theology also pretty much just cuts the Gordian knot proposed in this post by saying, “Fuck yeah he’s got a dick. Uses it ALL THE TIME.” I believe that a “perfected body” was the verbiage I was taught in Sunday School. Tritheistic heresy, Shmitheistic Shmeresy…

Intensifiers, goddammit!

This. All of us Reddit Refugees (me included) fucked up when we arrived and put the cart before the horse. Lemmy is like a small town; you may simply not get all the specific communities you want, but there’s probably somebody with a similar enough interest that they’ll talk to you about the stuff you like, and they probably have things that you would like to talk about if you saw it. Higher-level categories should do fine unless and until a certain type of content starts to annoy other users by its sheer prevalence.

As someone else said, Lemmy is the niche community.

I heard some of that was a bit of humor that didn’t quite translate, but I’m sure it’s at least in the back of your mind, and you might want to consider whether being 3rd cousins, double-4th cousins, and quntiple 6th cousins starts to add up, LOL.

I found out my stuff through DNA to track down my biological relatives when my daughter was young, and I still have people on there where the percentage makes zero sense based on the documentation I can find, unless there’s a bunch of stuff farther back piling on the centimorgans.

Sick of your shit have I become.

LOL, I have heritage from Newfoundland, which I learned of as an adult (the heritage that is, not the existence of the very large island in the north Atlantic).

Apparently there was nothing to do on that rock for three hundred years except fuck your cousin. Based on what I’ve seen, nowadays they fuck their cousins or move to Alberta.

I just set subscribed to my default and prune my subscriptions. I like some politics, but I get enough from what seeps through in News, so I un-subbed from politics. I will seek out meme communities that are my speed and leave the rest to their own devices. I just take a peek at “all” every once in a while, and I tend to check out links people post in comments that interest me, but for the most part I have my corner of Lemmy more or less how I want it.

My BS detector is on yellow alert, but here’s the reddit profile. I feel almost like the original OP may be preemptively floating the idea for some reason.

No. No, man. Shit, no, man. I believe you’d get your ass kicked sayin’ something like that, man.

Yeah, but I am not so convinced that changing their name to Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing is going to be the right move for the tour or their next album.

As a child growing up in the foothills of Grenyarnia, life was a simple, bucolic idyll. Every day the sun would shine through my modest little window, and I’d wake to the gentle scent of the titan arums, as well as the somewhat more pungent, but equally welcome, aroma of the Svenborgian staff bringing me my breakfast.

Oh what a repast it always was! The earthy notes of the Organic sixième presse de pied grape juice! The ever-unexpected delights of caviar-infused macarons! And to top it all off, of course, was my favorite, the delightful egg dish! The name is a bit of a mouthful, Sot den Arschlächer et ass eng Omelette, but my family and I always just called them our beloved Arschloch Omelettes. I never quite took down the recipe, as our staff mysteriously disappeared one night, coincidentally along with some of the tableware and a few million kroner of what mummy and daddy called the loose change. C’est la vie! You will be missed, Griselda! Or was it Greta? Or Bob?

Still, through my years of studying the culinary arts, with literally hours spent every month living and breathing the finest recipes and influencers, I think I’ve come close. My life coach and herbalist both tell me they’ve never tasted anything like it. Please enjoy my most favorite thing, and maybe you’ll become an Archloch lover like me…

I was mad I didn’t correctly guess where the map is showing.

You can’t completely remove the goth from 1990s Fairuza Balk. It’s literally impossible. Vicki is sort of goth through a redneck prism.

Naw, man, that’s just the cookbook that tells you how long to leave the one big crumb in the bottom of your air fryer.

In sickness and in health

…but mostly in sickness.

Il a des couches, comme un oignon.

Boy, you’re not gonna be happy when you learn how food stores used to work. They’ve been offloading things labor used to do onto the customers for a century.

My wife occasionally asks me to download books for her from Anna’s or Libgen. Recently, one was a survey and analysis of the Late Bronze Age Collapse by a noted scholar in the field.

God I love that woman.

In the thumbnail, ol’ Inge looks exactly like Warwick Davis.