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Okay yeah, but… nah, I can’t think of a rebuttal. We’re Michelan Star cooked.

Call it something that implies the administration collectively has small penises. They seem to be insecure about that.

Seems that way through enough experience and empirical evidence. I just wonder what could have happened if we enforced anti-trust law earlier on… they were meant to help prevent monopolistic companies from taking over everything. Maybe it was a lost hope, but I would’ve liked to see the system functioning as intended for once.

90’s_sitcom_canned_laughter.wav We’re boiling in our own stupidity. For many of us, posts like this don’t even phase us any more, but thanks for looking after our sensitivities.

I mean, yes, just not immediately to us, right?

We aren’t. Our largest producing companies just think that patriotism is a cool brand that will get them traction, attention, and brand-devotion. It’s very ew.

What’s the problem? Is it unchecked capitalism? I think it might be unchecked capitalism.

Pettiness and pragmatism are two wildly different things. I’d also count her as pragmatic.

I watched the two-hour nature documentary with David Attenborough and I’m still confused.

We had an art wall. You need an art wall.

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Do you think it’s conspiracy theories that turn people gay and they’re just trying to justify it so they can feel comfortable with their sexualities?

Gasps That means we have to have the talk.

Well, I’m a furry, so… nah.

Ow.

is a chicen wit buns also is a hamberder?

Those chanterelles, tho.

The fungus you’re thinking of is likely ergot, because it shows up in pretty large volume in batches of rye.

In processing, it ends up as a dark purple/black dried up mass that assumes kinda a crescent shape. Mills will run a batch of rye through a color-sorter - a bunch of times consecutively - to reduce the amount of ergot in the batch before milling.

You can technically refine it into LSD, but if you screw up, you can kill people. (Morning Glories are the preferred method).

The number of 55-gallon drums of ergot I’ve disposed of, though… It’s difficult not to identify with Walter White and wonder… “what if?”