I just associate it with 7th grade
You're not gonna believe this, but I'm pretty sure that was the intent, to mock you
I just associate it with 7th grade
You're not gonna believe this, but I'm pretty sure that was the intent, to mock you
I grant that isolation is inherently traumatic
That was my point, I don't see how a traumatic experience during a child's formative years could have no effect on their ability to learn or socialize later in life. I'm not making a "nature" argument, I'm making a "lack of nurture during the most important years" argument.
some Blahaj moderators were ableist, using derogetory terminology such as "braindead"
Honest question, why is "braindead" ableist? I don't think that the term is used to discriminate against, uh, dead people lol
I wasn't aware they refederated, when did that happen?
How could a child not be exposed to any spoken language without that circumstance also being somewhat traumatic?
You're right, it's way less boring than a Rockstar game lol
That's why hexbear and blahaj are still federated, right? /s
You'll receive a much wider range of sources and bias, as well as the perspective of people who don't completely agree with you.
That's why I often interact with Truth Social /s
What?? So when you were a kid ,you just wanted to be a "strong man" when you grew up??
Free Spotify blows, though
Why do you bring up console players? What does that have to do with Steam?
Also, what's the cutoff for the number of employees a company can have before it's weird to stan for them? Because I've never liked Steam, and Valve was one of the first companies to promote lootboxes and literal gambling to children, but Epic is the devil for some reason?? Lol gtfo
Oddly enough I once got hit by a car driven by John Goodman.
We lived in the same neighborhood while I was doing Norm and I never actually saw him but my lady neighbors wouldn't stop yammering about living near John and his red Porsche Carrera. I don't drive. I'm not afraid of cars or anything, I just don't care for 'em. I was walking to grab eggs before the grocery store closed one night -- this was back before everything was open 24/7 -- and I saw a red Carrera coming in the right lane but he had a red light and no turn signal on so I figured I could cross the street at the light no problem. Then I remembered that ol' Pacha himself drove a red Porsche and I thought I should ask for an autograph when he stopped. My son was a huge fan and would have got a kick out of it. There was a problem though. John turned right and barely slowed down before his windshield broke my fall.
He got out and started apologizing and I couldn't believe it was him. Living in the same neighborhood, working in the same circles, attending the same professional events, and I was to meet John after he nearly ran over me. When he got out of the car I was digging through my wallet for something he could sign for my son and he apologized and asked how much it would cost to keep the police out of the whole affair. I said I didn't want any money, just a signed picture or something. He kind of looked at me weird and asked why I wanted his autograph and then it hit me: It wasn't John. It didn't even look like him. Not one day goes by that I don't think about that old man and how much I want to punch him right in the fucking face.