Without logging in, I was able to read it to the end.

Holy crap. Instant reward for doing a good deed.

Like a Whitesnake, I was born to walk alone.

Despite this being a new group, they clearly knew each other from past groups and activities. I was hoping to get in on the ground level, but I wasn't born here.

They used to call it “green ink,” after British sanitariums started issuing green ink to mental patients since they could no longer bar them from corresponding with media, allowing the newspapers to immediately discard it.

"why did no one tell me about this"

One of my favorite features, but only a stop-gap until Bluesky implements "hide reposts from this user."

I tried several times to strike up friendly conversations with attendees. They regarded me like I was selling crypto.

I brought charcuterie to share, and despite most other dishes being depleted, nobody touched my offering.

They're just another clique. I'll teach myself these skills, online.

You ain't never lied.

The eternal struggle between morality/ethics and convenience.

Florida gonna florid.

Each year I set out a nice slice of Brie, waiting to greet the little dude on his little bicycle, wicker basket laden with merrily clinking bottles.

Saw 'Nuremberg' tonight. Wasn't expecting it to turn into a domestic dispute.

Absolutely, with the rise of ChatGPT, with "sycophantic" a close second."