At least non-voters in the United States can bask in the essence of their our purity, intoxicated by the aroma of their own flatulences, just as long as they can avert their gaze from their own blood-stained hands. Mentally mediocre creatures that they are.

Baby Shark & Wild Stallyns. Party on, dude!

What’s the matter ese?
Don’t you know I’m goth-o?

Smile for the hidden camera, you have been pranked! You thought it was indica, but in fact it was the mythical, elusive cannabis rutica!

You know, cannabis rutica, the one which Harrison Ford allegedly brought to the production of Star Wars in 1976, and which Carrie Fisher later blamed for being unable to recall most of her time on set during that period, under the spell and fog of that ol’ rutica magic.

Gotta hand it to Harrison Ford and his California carpentry buddies, with all their logging and crazy strong weed contacts up north in Humboldt County!

In so much of this cookie-cutter “hip” newer housing, it’s either this or a dangerously steep angle, sometimes even both at the same time.

Enshittified architects building enshittified spaces thinking only of how it looks, not how it’s supposed to be lived in with safety and comfort from Day Two onward, the novelty wears off very quickly and you’re stuck with an unnecessarily, potentially deadly space.

Like hell they will. They and the bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe lazy imbeciles will destroy themselves and the rest of us before they even reject the possibility of bending towards reality a little, and learning something truthful.

Best known for being produced by Brian Eno.

“Hey man, did you hear the latest James album?”
“What? No. Why, should I?”
“Check this out, man… produced by Brian Eno.”
“Get the fuck outta here! Are you serious?”
“Yeah! It’s… it’s pretty damn good, check it out.”
“Interesting…! Yeah, I think I will, thanks for the heads up, man.”
“Sure thing, buddy.”

Wow, I did not know The New Yorker had an online crossword, thank you for the heads up!
For the record: I didn’t take a screenshot or anything, but I finished it in 19+ minutes.

Food Lion
Citi Trends
Shoe Show…

Yeah, this has the feel of some bizarro trickle-down generic capitalism alternate universe.

And why is there Jennifer but no Jerryfer? Or Johnnyfer?

“Got it!” - then instantly proceed to stumble all over each other to make more and more stupid people more and more famouser…! …famousest! Every time one makes a meme of those assholes, it creates more goddamned noise.

Maybe these stupid famous people are a reflection, or the very essence itself, of those who make them famous, who feed the goddamned algorithm with content and/or morbid attention, while huffing and puffing that they are so above it all, “I’m the pure one - YOU’RE the contaminated one!”

It’s not unlike the waterless toilet we are in now, because this buzzing noise fed by bad-faith actors who know which buttons to push and how, distorts reality and we get enough non-voting idiots, not too far removed from medieval peasants, chanting bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe.

What’s the name of that station?
I’ve only been to NYC once, about ten years ago, but I did pass through this stop and if memory serves, it’s called Mets-Willits Point… I think? It’s the last or next to last stop before the Flushing terminus, that I do remember.

Pico de gallo is also the name of a street stand fruit cocktail in my town in Mexico.
Chunks of jicama, orange and… there’s another one I’m forgetting.

You sprinkle salt and powdered chili on top, then squeeze the juice of a large lime on top. It’s all eaten with a toothpick, you spear the chunks of jicama, orange and the other one.

Oy! Fook me, me car’s stooffed!

The blues singer character Mississippi Gary from The Kids In The Hall comes to mind:

I got the blues so bad, I can’t even close my eyes… I gotta call a friend on the phone and tell him - “Buddy, come over and shut my eyes for me, I got the blues”.

Yeah, thank god I’m nowhere near that damned thing, and never will be.

Now put them both together!
And what do you get?
A toxic regular person!

Tonight! On this week’s episode of Famous Last Words…!

Yeah but can you handle clickbait homescreen wallpaper?

I’m sure it’s somehow “all da libruls fault”.