You just happened to stumble across the stupidest motherfucker alive. Probably alive. Those risky decisions don’t take themselves.


The people running that site must be extremely overworked
I have a “weird” name
So I normally just say my name is John if I’m interacting with someone I’ll probably never meet again
I did not know that my brother, with a similarly “weird” name, practices this exact same technique until he told the Starbucks barista that his name was John.
Thinking on my feet, I said my name was “uhh, Smith”


Not that it makes it any better, but at least they tried hiding operation paperclip. Hopefully indicating some kind of shame.
Volkswagen didn’t even change their name
Barely changed the logo
“Yeah we were the nazi car company who helped do the holocaust. That was a doozy. Anyways, wanna buy a nazi car?”
I whiteknuckle through it and I’m pretty sure it’s killing me
There’s no way I’m reaching 50 without a stroke or a heart attack
It’s like trying to swim upstream while almost drowning all the time
Life is hard.
I’m high so I read a little too much into it
If you become nonconformist in any way, suddenly the bald eagle (US) kills you
fuck dude how much water do I have to drink for my mouth to stay wet


Fortunately, I don’t think there’s a fraction of that specific kind of tension.
My guess is 40-50 years from now, people will probably just call it Gqeberha or some other more catchy nickname.


Come to think of it, I don’t hear about it as often as I probably should.
Government officials, the news and people in other professional contexts call it Gqeberha, frequently struggling with the click sound, even when a “k” sound will suffice.
Otherwise, I still hear people call it “P.E.”
“Port Elizabeth” was still kind of a mouthful
People I meet from the Eastern Cape just say they’re from “the Eastern Cape”, because unfortunately most people don’t know where Nxuba or Makhanda is.
Hell, a lot of people think Gqeberha/P.E. is the capital city of the Eastern Cape. (Bhisho is the capital)


Seeing Cape Town Stadium get renamed to DHL Stadium pissed me off so hard
This might sound silly, but going to that stadium, I felt an indescribable sense of community with everyone who showed up to support whatever artist/band/sports team was there . So many people, with a shared interest, in one place.
Since I live further out of Cape Town, I rarely get to experience that.
That piss yellow logo DHL logo everywhere ruined the experience so fucking much.
KINDLY REMEMBER YOUR GLOBAL CORPORATE OVERLORDS WHO ARE NOT SORRY FOR KEEPING TICKET PRICES HIGHER THAN THEY NEED TO BE. ALSO, FUCK YOU. REMEMBER TO GAMBLE.


Never install a camera in a bathroom
Like, you don’t install anthrax in a maternity ward


The Economist has a tendency to put out articles seemingly designed to make conservatives bust nuts through their trousers at mach 4
Is Lucifer’s Poison Ivy destroying the fabric of civilization as we know it?


Also, doesn’t this shit just waste like a fuckton of taxpayer money?


imagine if by dumb luck, since the re-releases are so violently frequent, both games converge into a state where the mods are compatible with each other
Or the games just straight up bleed into one another
Preston Garvey shows up at the throat of the world to mark another settlement on your map
Feral ghouls no longer groan but instead start talking about their cousins taking arrows in the sweetroll
I see no lack of Hitlers, unfortunately


Call me cheap
homie that game is $70
You’re not cheap, you’re literally trying not to get robbed
You can buy a few dozen really good indie games for a fraction of that price
That urge to buy and play it ASAP is marketing doing its job.
Easier said than done, but if you really hate EA, your only choice is to eat the FOMO.
Otherwise, you’re feeding the beast.
Disclaimer: I’m high


i take this to mean “shit on the fingerprint scanner”
Thank you!
That’s exactly what I wanted.


“the pre-owned volvo of [email protected]” is not as catchy as “The Ship of Theseus”
I tried this on mobile and cracked my phone when I dropped it to do the claps