Not much help to know what cup size you are if the bra companies are only pretending to be standardized

Does it have adblocker

I’m just waiting for the people in the comments telling you that Poison Ivy isnt a bad guy because

1. Lesbian
2. Hot
3. Ecoterrorism is good

I mean, same here, but if an influencer migrates from Twitter they usually bring their fans with them.

One of those pillows that looks like an inflating phone battery.

Better idea: 3"*4" Magnetic viewing film, stored in a thoughtfuk card, which is wrapped in a box with 6"*6" thermochromatic film, which is itself is wrapped in a box with a roll of glow in the dark tape, and then given to them with another thoughtful card that holds a gift card to somewhere you think they would like. Basically a nesting set of tiny cool things that all cost about as much as the wrapping paper they are in.

I agree with the other commenter’s points, but one thing I think people forget to mention is that BlueSky feels like Twitter in a way Mastodon just doesn’t. When I am trying to pitch Mastodon to people, I usually compare it to Tumblr because the vibes are similar.

Mastodon is also flat out hostile to influencers, and by that I mean the platform is designed to be terrible to influencers. The lack of an alogarithm means you can’t game the system, no quote tweets means you get less opportunities to spread, no reply limiting means your notifications are going to be going nuts from the replies. The culture on Mastodon is difficult to game too, since people there expect thoughtful responses to their replies.

Oh what a cutie. Get a pixelfed account and clog up my Mastodon feed with puppies! Please!

Well, what snapped me out was when I ran an experiment that proved how strong the placebo effect could be, which caused me to reflect on my beliefs and realize that literally all the Werewolf wizard powers I thought I had could be explained by the placebo effect. Naturally, I concluded that I couldnt trust anything my senses told me and spent a few days trying to figure out how to deal with the possibility of being a brain in a jar.

And of course, right after I’d rebuilt my entire conception of reality from first principles, that’s when I found out that some of the memories I had of things I was most proud of and defined myself by were provably false. So, as you would expect from me considering my calm and careful reaction to the placebo effect, I then decided that all my memories couldn’t be trusted.

So, can’t trust my senses, cant trust my memories. That’s pretty much all the things I can use to define myself. So, based on the lack of valid evidence I concluded that I do not exist.

And that’s how I stopped being a flat-earther wizard werewolf. Thankfully eventually I came around to agreeing with Descartes on the whole “I think, therefore I am” thing. After I climbed out of the psychological hole I dug over the next six months, I recovered with only a severely crippling fear of advertisements.

I believed there was a big hole in the north pole where the magnetic field comes out

Shit, there’s still auks out there? We didn’t kill them all? That’s sick!

I was convinced a was a Werewolf with psychic powers. Also that the hollow earth is real, because that’s where the mole people aliens come from. And I also thought the Big Bang Theory was funny.

Problem is that she’s a woman, and a statistically significant chunk of America is repulsed by idea of being ruled by a woman. (I’m not going to say a large portion, but big enough that it played a factor in this election)

Gasoline floats

To be fair, Justin is a prodigy at convincingly blowing hot air. It’s an essential skill for any politician, and he’s the best at it by far.

There’s a downvote bot, sometimes people click the wrong button by accident, and this community is not leftist

This is because your friend is a wizard, and their personal objects pick up a magical blue-purple hue the more they are handled. This is a gradual process, so it’s not noticeable on most of their things, but they wear their glasses every day so they pick up the hue at a steady rate.

I think my beloved would kill me in real life if i described her as an “extra”

That would lead to playering being able to accidentally mine themselves off a cliff and throw themselves into the void. You’re not supposed to get under the bedrock.

I mean, fits with their personality. How else would you describe something with a chainsaw on their face that will fight to the death for a flower

In early snapshots, they simply extended the build limit upwards like you suggested, so when people loaded their old worlds in they started complaining about kilometer-high walls generating in every direction