It only happens when I have people over. She hides behind the couch and refuses to come out so she gets constipated. I’m actually going to start putting a water bowl back there if we’re going to have people over.

At least she’s not shitting back there haha.

It appears to be made of foam because she has spent 7 years wearing it down.

I have sprayed her with water, ran her off, put up scratching posts right in front of it, only to look over and see her scratching around it.

Kick a narcissist out of your home and tell them you don’t want them anymore, and if they manage to get back in, you won’t ever forget you crossed them.

Wouldn’t work.

That is unless they go all in and start carrying crosses around and talking about Jesus nonstop and somehow convince those folks that their opposition are all secret Satanists.

Makes my stomach hurt.

Care to fill me in on what that’s about?

I could Google it, and I’ll do that if you tell me I’m a moron and that’s what I should do. I don’t want to be an imposition, I’d just rather hear from someone who know what they’re doing firsthand.

I’m about to cancel everything and buy a good vpn service.

They’re also selling shirts that say “rewrite the rules” just under the rest of it. Oh boy.

No butt her babby got pregant.

Ur mom is pregagagant.

Welcome to the fediverse. Screw corporate social media.

I’m 40, I was there for the fake Kurt Cobain in an ambulance.

That’s fucking sad. That alone should be enough to push people toward the Fediverse. Man, how lucky was I to grow up on a truly free internet?

Learn, learn, traumatize someone you care deeply about without meaning to, learn, learn, that person dies. Learn some more, then some more, then die.

I initially thought it was a funny way to address it. I’m straight, but I got bullied and called gay constantly in school because I didn’t fit the rural, huntin’, big belt buckle, rebel flag, cowboy boot wearing stereotype of masculinity.

To them, being called gay was the worse thing you could do to them because it called their masculinity into question.

When I was 17 I called this cowboy hat, belt buckle kid a homophobe for calling me gay. At first he thought I was calling him a homo, and it was so funny to say, “it means you’re such a pussy that you’re scared of queers.”

I think it was worse for him than if I had called him gay. Then he had to go on a tirade about how he wasn’t scared of queers, so I replied, “Ah, you’re just scared you might be queer. I see.”

I went home with a blacked eye, but I never lay in bed wishing I had said anything different with that one haha.

You just made my stomach hurt. Thanks. I’m glad you pointed this out to me and I wish I had been smart enough to see it for myself.

Thousands of years of this stuff.

I’m probably just another old idiot who can’t see things for what they really are, but social media does scare the hell out of me. It’s hard to imagine it being a good thing when personalities are shaped by algorithms that exist entirely to drive engagement so a company makes a buck.

It isn’t just rich chocolaty ovaltine. The kid isn’t being brainwashed to drink a sugary drink from time to time. The kid is a constant revenue stream.

Well now, mortal. I understand your point but rules are rules.

Yer mom is spherical. Huht huht.

Wait. Your mom is the orb?

I don’t really buy much new stuff.

I just built my daughter a computer for 1k that would have cost nearly double anywhere else though.

I’m also a creature of habit. I’ve been using eBay for more than 20 years now and I don’t have to fuck with setting up a new account and all that anywhere else.

I did try Facebook marketplace recently and I have been ripped off twice. Yay. The only two purchases I ever made there.