I don’t know if I feel attacked or seen.

Updated for 2024 and a post Proton world.

This post needs a trigger warning.

Gen-X here. We are going to call and leave voicemails until you talk to us. Just pickup and get it over with or the nightmare will never end. If we do text first, you better acknowledge fairly quickly or the calls will start.

We grew up in the era of landlines and no voicemail (occasional answering machine). Stalker level amounts of calls is just nostalgia for us. We are nightmare fuel.

Kay Bee Toys…

Those same government agencies then turn around and hire my company to pull them out of the fire after they royally fuck everything up. We charge a fuck ton, will never go onsite, and they should consider themselves lucky if the engineer is wearing pants.

If you look at the floor, you can see that the house was built around the rock. My bet is that they found the rock while digging out the basement. Options were $15,000+ to remove it, or $0 to just dig around it.

Actually, I think your take would have made more sense. It never sat well with me that scientists would resort to suicide because they found something they could not explain…yet.

No. The scientists do not figure out that things are being meddled with until much later. The scientist suicides, especially the daughter of the woman who invites the aliens, committed suicide because everything they knew about physics had been “proven incorrect”. It was all a lie, but they didn’t know that.

CERN confirms ultra-rare particle transformation.

Three Body Problem:
Scientists commit suicide.

IRL:
Scientists get super stoked about “new physics”.

May they have a happy and healthy child.

Me: “I am so tired of exaggerated and sensational headlines.”

*reads article*

Me: “Well…fuck.”

This is awful.

I can see a dragon also fitting the requirement for people that suffer from giraffophobia.

Nope

I genuinely want to catch an IMAX showing before it is too late. It’s like being able to watch the Hindenburg disaster in person.

“The hills around here are pretty squatchy.”

I came here for a “shit for brains” comment and was disappointed.

It’s been a rough week or so.

It likely buried itself deep into the ground after it dropped from the bomber and failed to detonate.

You’re always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces and pile it all together.

And when you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of them, because it’s no good leaving it in the deep freeze for your mum to discover, now is it? Then I hear the best thing to do is feed them to pigs. You got to starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of a chopped-up body will look like curry to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims, and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies’ digestion. You could do this afterwards, of course, but you don’t want to go sievin’ through pig shit, now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least sixteen pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about eight minutes. That means that a single pig can consume two pounds of uncooked flesh every minute. Hence the expression, “as greedy as a pig”.