Just adding into the “things we do wrong because goldfish”, and really a lot of fish that are casually kept, FEEDING SCHEDULES AND PORTION SIZES!

Fish don’t need that much food in one sitting. Even if you’re growing/bulking something like goldfish, it’s 3-7 SMALL portions per day. Extra food just floats to the bottom of the tank, leaving it murky and releasing things into the water. This hurts the tank.

(I know you’ve probably covered this a thousand times, but it can never be repeated enough, in my opinion. Feeding is up there with tank sizes on things people aren’t given enough information on when buying a pet fish)

DOOM IS FULL OF BEANS, RICHARDS! GROWN IN THE HEART OF LATVARIA! BETTER BEANS THAN YOUR SIMPLE MIND CAN COMPREHEND!

The Absolute universe would kill it as an animated series. They’re doing some top tier work with those books.

Wonder Woman at the very least deserves it. It’s been great seeing her get more positive attention, and this incarnation of her character has been one of the best.

It’s the light I was born in.

Nah, even Satan is uncomfortable looking at that one. Sacrifice not accepted. In fact, resurrected.

It can also depend on the meow.

I know the difference between chatty/playful meows and “I’m scared” meows for my lot. I’ll sleep through the first, but the second rips me out of my sleep. I can’t sleep for shit through thunderstorms anymore because one gets absolutely terrified and fearcries.

I don’t think Buddy needs the nicotine vape.

Get this poor boy some CBD chews. He is not comfortable with his new job.

The last I had was one of their breakfast ones, but not really? Like, the bottom was still kinda damp, but I wouldn’t have said it was any worse then when they sweat in the sleeve.

Twain didn’t have an ounce of chill, did he?

“She can’t write worth a damn, someone should have killed her.”

Obama has already won the war. Now is the time for patience as everyone else realizes.

Damn, we can start dating images by if the Hot Pocket has a sleeve now.

I know it’s irrelevant, but it just struck me.

Georgia. We get the break that our land isn’t also 90% waterlogged, but that doesn’t stop the air from hitting 100% and the temps from pushing into the 90s-100s.

I know that exact feeling. I spent most of my life in West Virginia until coming down here to GA. We would get humid, I thought I could handle it. The moment summer even thought about rolling in, I was ready to get an oxygen tank.

My work is indoors. Next to ovens that were last built roughly in the 1960s, that shed heat like motherfuckers. In a grocery store that refuses to turn on any form of AC. In the American South.

The air is hot water. It rains, and you just get more wet. They make up new ways to measure the humidity here. You can swing an empty cup through the air and have it come back full. You can keep varieties of tropical plant with little difficulty.

There is no fucking escape here. Simply Damp Hell.

No, let the neighbors see. Claim your territory. Replace your HOA and attend all meetings in full 'suits.

I have been so tempted to write one of those awful self-help books focused for this exact type of man. Call it something like “Alpha Growth” and fill it with nonsense like “strength in the hierarchy” and “the power of perception is the perception of power, so always loudly declare your social status, make it your main topic”.

If I wouldn’t end up having my own bullshit launched at me with all the satire taken out, it’d almost be worth it. Almost.

Yeah, sure, the same way I made BL3 happen.

Wait until the DLC is all out and hit the high seas.

There’s a ketamine treatment clinic nearish my area. They do low, controlled doses of ket to help treat depression.

They had a billboard for awhile. The main thing you could see driving by was “DEPRESSED? TRY KETAMINE!” with the clinic name in small text down below. My first thought was “Well, fuck, yeah, can’t be depressed if you’re deep in the k-hole.”

“You watch as the body falls, knocking against the cabin. It gets caught, drawn underneath the wheels. You feel the subtle shifts, barely noticeable, as the trolley careens through the sudden obstacle. It’s a sudden, unexpected thrill. One you must experience again…”

But that rug really pulled the room together.

The length is what turns a Furby from just a creepy fuzzy gremlin into your own personalized Eldritch abomination.

So while the total length doesn’t matter, the fact that it is a Long Furby over a standard Furby does.