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research shows that women are named Eufondia Gracely whereas men are named Beamis B. Bristle
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meredithshiner.com
It’s impossible to overstate how much “abolish ice” is the normie position now here in chicago — just countless random moms at toddler soccer on a park district field asking me where I bought my anti-ice t-shirt. average people don’t like our neighborhoods being terrorized.
lauraolin.bsky.social
A friend ran the Chicago marathon today and said he couldn’t count the number of FUCK ICE signs along the way.
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elivalley.bsky.social
More history from this Nazi adulated by the Trump team. These are explicit, proud Nazis who scream and cry and call every referee they can find when you quote their Nazism back to them.
Multiple tweets from Nazi Jack Posobiec in 2016 making "jokes" involving the Nazi code "1488."
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mystery.systems
FATTY MEATS I DO REQUIRE

LEST I BLEED OUT AND EXPIRE

STRONG ASS WINE I WANT AND NEED

TO TELL MY KIN MY WILL AND DEED

PERSIAN SPEARS STRIKE HARD AND TRUE

SO ONLY MEATS AND WINE WILL DO

ROAST ON COALS AND FAT AS HELL

BEV'RAGE AT FULL STRENGTH AS WELL
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dumbmike.bsky.social
What do you mean your dick "crunched" off? How had it gotten so crispy in the first place?
cakemittens.bsky.social
we love you Ruby ❤️❤️❤️
love you Nate
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freecialis.bsky.social
LUNKHEAD SPORTSWATCHER: i want a “Beer”
INTELLECTUAL ADONIS: please pass me a Soda
cakemittens.bsky.social
I Tell My Therapist What Happens After You Die While The Casino Night Zone Theme Plays On Repeat, Although It's Somewhat Immaterial That It's On Repeat As It Takes Me Less Than Two Minutes To Explain It All So The Song Doesn't Have A Chance To Loop
cakemittens.bsky.social
my skin is as beautiful as a dinosaur's, and thrice as big or small (depending)
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cakemittens.bsky.social
a rising tide warshes all assholes
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partnardy.bsky.social
Share If You're Agree With Me 👇
does any
remember
carrots
2012
carrots year
we had carrots
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furry-hater.bsky.social
TODAY IS THE ONLY DAY YOU CAN REPOST THIS!!!
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ceej.online
she had her three pubes out on daytime tv
ruemcclammyhand.bsky.social
oblina was a baddie most of us could never
oblina from ahh! real monsters! a skinny j-shaped black and white striped monster with giant red lips and big yellow eyeballs and huge lashes. baddie.
cakemittens.bsky.social
have you checked big honkin jugs dot com
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jntod.bsky.social
On National Poetry Day, the greatest poem I have ever read
A printed poem which reads:

I hav for breakfast Weetabix

I hav for lunch some meat

I have for tea 2 sosajis and thats enuf to eat

Peter Hazel, 5
cakemittens.bsky.social
SO excited to announce I've been invited to host Cloistered or Boisterous, the game show where contestants rank some of the biggest names of the 1100s on the Cloistered to Boisterous scale.
cakemittens.bsky.social
it's Orenthal October y'all!
For the next 31 days, don't kill your wife
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isalrightnow.bsky.social
when you see rotting bananas dont say to yourself "these bananas are no good" instead say "i failed these bananas" #accountability
cakemittens.bsky.social
I have zero recollection of finding this but what a treasure
bsky.app/profile/cake...
cakemittens.bsky.social
some great perspectives on the powers that be from the my little pony subreddit
person on the my little pony subreddit writes in response to the question "what is the species of ahuizotl called?":

I think sometimes the powers that be in the world give rice to unique credited every now and then. think of it like... Winnie the Pooh's Tigger.
cakemittens.bsky.social
now you're ready to go out and teach the world 💐🦐🧠
cakemittens.bsky.social
Slime is perhaps best known for being a substance. But have you taken the time to learn its origins?

Click here to test your Slime Knowledge
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mobute.bsky.social
[a republican has flame-broiled three abuelas with a space laser] If you're the president, you rule, and who is to say you can't have it your way?
[democrats propose a 1% wealth tax] If liberty is the soul's right to breathe, then this be a prison of suffocation.
jasonv.bsky.social
Absolute all-timer sentence in today's @nytimes.com
"some legal experts have called it a crime to summarily execute civilians" says today's New York Times, continuing their long tradition of whitewashing fascism
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greene.haus
"Bleak" hardly captures it. Hell: Kaleb Horton offered more insight and perspective about the fading of the 20th century when he eulogized Toys 'R Us *in a Facebook post* than this TikTok lets slip about our sallow present, through glitches such as 'Old Noby' and "remember when we had fish tank?"
A post to Facebook published by the late essayist and photographer Kaleb Horton in 2017. He wrote:

Toys R Us is probably going out of business this year.

I'm fascinated by the collapse of retail, because what it really signifies is the collapse of the 20th century. 

The reason I pushed to profile guys like Harry Dean Stanton, Merle Haggard and Chuck Berry, was that writing about them is a way of writing about the 20th century, and how different it was from where we are now. How shockingly different, in retrospect. The migration out of the south, the descent of the Dust Bowl, which was a Biblical plague; the millions of people who were killed during World War Two. Monoculture, and the idea that a great episode of a television show would be seen by *half of all people.*

The arrival of flight, and the end of horses. Homes without electricity. Coming of age without computers, without television. Listening to the radio for entertainment. 

The 20th century was a long time ago and it's a ghost now. It's a ghost you see in the places you wouldn't expect. It's seen in towns that were bypassed by the freeways, the dusty little towns out west that still have old diners and motels and payphones. It's seen in the places that we left, places where mines shut down, places where tourist attractions died off. 

It's seen in Bakersfield with Buck Owens' Crystal Palace and it's seen in Roswell, which stubbornly maintains the relics of the '90s UFO boom. Things like that won't be around forever. Someday owners will die and towns will burn and they won't be rebuilt. And it's difficult to suss out what those things are, because they're on roads, physical and metaphorical, that we no longer travel. The ghost sightings happen in stupid places, unexpected places, and uncool places. A few months ago, I went with Marie to the Toys R Us on Victory Blvd. in Burbank, which still looks exactly like it did in Back to the Future in 1985 somehow. It's not nostalgia that you see there, it's just a customer base and economic model that's aging and won't be around a lot longer, and it's *boring.* There's no reason for anyone to ever go to Lancer's, the little diner by that Toys R Us. Because it's not good. People go there out of tradition, and old habits. 80 and 90 year olds go there.

We were lining up for a Nintendo, which is still a hard thing to keep stocked in stores. Toys R Us was actually the best place to obtain one, because it's no longer a place children beg their parents to take them to. When we went in, wham, there it was. The ghost of 1996. I was 8 years old, for a fraction of a second. The feeling wasn't nostalgia, it was a kind of temporal dislocation. A confusion. But it wasn't an immaculate 1996, it was a fading 1996. It was lonelier than I remember it. It's time for Toys R Us to go out of business. It was time ten years ago, fifteen.

There are reasons to be nostalgic about the 20th century. We weren't plugged into so many wires, so many screens. We were a little bit closer to the process of manufacturing and agriculture than we are now. We made more things by hand, and our goals as people were uniquely audacious and driven by mad, desperate power that was temporary and had to end. But the 20th century was hopelessly cruel and soaked in blood. The 20th century gave us flight, but it also gave us bombs that can end the world and Richard Nixon and his evil sidekick Kissinger and it gave us new mutations of slavery and race and class subjugation and it gave us useless, disgusting monuments to Confederate slavers and traitors and cowards. It gave us President Trump, who wouldn't exist today without New York City's collective cocaine addiction in the 1980s.

I want to find the ghosts, not because I miss the past -- the good old days can't return because they're imaginary and what you really miss is youth and if you're lucky a warm feeling of safety -- but because I don't even know what things we'll lose, or when we'll lose them, or how long we have to document them. I know ghosts when I see them. Toys R Us for the mundane side and the Salton Sea for the widescreen wasteland side. But I have absolutely no idea how many there are.

I figure people go first, then places. Those are the things we have a limited time to physically document and historically examine and preserve on film. The ideas will go away much slower, and some of them may be eternal, like cold wars. But those are a lot less fun because you don't get to drive to them.