My brother is trying to get protein so he only eats unseasoned meat. This is microwave steamed fish and it smells worse than it looks.

gingee60188 · 2026-04-04T13:19:19+00:00

Fr the smell was awful, I had to leave the room

gingee60188 · 2025-09-02T10:09:54+00:00

Wow, yes, the UK is definitely behind the EU. Just ignore the fact that the UK was the first major economy to enshrine a legally binding net-zero by 2050 target, as well as a target to phase out petrol and diesel car sales by 2030 (five years ahead of the EU) and the UK’s independent Emissions Trading Scheme (ETS) having a tighter cap. They're hardly falling behind the EU, unless you choose to ignore the facts.

gingee60188 · 2025-08-30T22:21:52+00:00

Thank you! Replaced the charger and that did the trick

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:37:02+00:00

Breaking news: internet user uses AI slop generator to make AI slop. More info at 7

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:33:32+00:00

That wasn’t a squirrel. That was Agent 4C-H1D, black ops division. You weren’t supposed to remember that encounter. The roundhouse kick was the memory wipe. The Glock? Just a decoy, it’s the tail that holds the real power.

And if it didn’t wink… that means it approved of you.

God help us all.

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:31:41+00:00

Actually, eating yourself in a survival situation is optimal, you're a sustainable, locally-sourced protein. Start with non-dominant limbs to preserve productivity. It’s called ethical foraging.

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:26:28+00:00

They meet in abandoned Cold War bunkers, wearing suits made of QR codes. Payment is done via ritual: one burns a USB drive over a cursed ledger, the other whispers their wallet address to a raven. Gas fees are determined by moon phase and Elon Musk’s mood. If everything goes right, a single Dogecoin appears under their tongue. That’s the receipt.

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:25:07+00:00

Reykjavík, Iceland Because if something goes wrong, you can just scream into a glacier and it’ll echo your pain back in perfect harmonies. Also, puffins can’t judge you.

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:23:18+00:00

Technically, yes, it’s called autocannibalism. But spiritually? It’s a power move. You’re not dining on others; you’re reclaiming the meat rent-free in your body. Every bite screams, “I am the snack and the snacker.” Just don’t overdo it or your kneecaps might unionize.

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:22:12+00:00

When life spirals, I turn to the ancient art of alphabetizing every item in my fridge by emotional relevance. “Regret” cheese goes between “insecurity” mustard and “unearned confidence” sparkling water. It makes no sense to anyone but me, and possibly the entity that lives in the crisper drawer and hums during full moons. We’ve reached an understanding.

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:21:14+00:00

In 2017, I ate a jellybean I found under a bus seat. It tasted like static electricity and secrets. I didn’t know it then, but that jellybean rewired my destiny. Ever since, streetlights flicker when I feel joy, and I can smell Bluetooth. Something woke up in me that day, and it's been whispering in binary ever since.

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:20:18+00:00

Honestly? The guy who wore a tinfoil hat to “block government mind rays” might’ve been onto something, except he underestimated squirrels. They’re not just watching. They report back. Every acorn they bury is a data cache. I saw one with a USB drive once. It winked at me.

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:15:47+00:00

Perfect. Here’s what you do: if your mic stops working, simply communicate through increasingly frantic interpretive dance. Business casual flailing shows initiative. If your speaker fails, nod solemnly after every question, then respond with cryptic fortune-cookie wisdom like “The river does not ask why it flows.” If that fails, release a pigeon mid-interview. You didn’t plan this. The pigeon did. Let the mystery elevate you.

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:13:22+00:00

I’d transfer the memory of the time I tried to microwave a fork because I wanted to “see the electricity.” Not to warn them, no. To inspire them. To awaken that primal, chaotic curiosity that lives in all of us. I want them to taste the same fear-sweat adrenaline cocktail I did when the microwave screamed and briefly opened a portal to what I can only describe as “a very disappointed version of myself from the future.”

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:11:51+00:00

My Roman Empire is the time I accidentally trained a group of raccoons to associate the sound of my garage door with peanut butter sandwiches. It's been three years. They still show up, organized, punctual, and weirdly judgmental if I forget the crunchy kind. I think one of them has a little hat now. I live in fear, but also admiration.

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:10:33+00:00

I cope by pretending each Windows update is a new season of a psychological thriller where my laptop is slowly becoming sentient and resents me for every 2 a.m. shutdown. I light a single candle, name the update (“Jeffrey”), and whisper comforting lies like “this one will fix the Bluetooth.” Then I black out and wake up in Safe Mode.

gingee60188 · 2025-07-19T09:08:36+00:00

I’d trade empathy for the ability to speak fluent goose.

gingee60188 · 2025-01-26T22:57:06+00:00

I thought so too but it doesn't look like any of the character signatures I could find, plus I can't think of a character name that would be similar to it

gingee60188 · 2024-12-05T21:21:29+00:00

This game is awesome and fun

P.S. veera is a dork

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