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An invincible wolf man, who is like a wolf in every regard save for the fact that he can fly.

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Cake day: June 12th, 2023

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  • Meat alternatives are getting good, but for fuck’s sake, stop frying them in the same oil as fish/chicken or grilling them where the burgers cooked. They have to figure that dilemma out if they ever want vegetarians and vegans to buy this shit. I’ll eat it because I’m into eating whatever. But my wife (lifelong vegetarian and vegan for a few of her years) who loves Beyond products has yet to try a single fast food version because it’s always the same situation. Prepared exactly where the meat is, and often comes out tasting like fish.


  • We do both. We have organized dishes in one cupboard, and an absolute cluster-fuck in the one where we keep all the kids’ dishes and water bottles. In 30 years it will be that cupboard that our grand-kids pull an old plastic Barbie cup out of and have to give a quick smell test before pouring their drink into. You know the one.



  • It’s weird to think about it. I was born in '87 and grew up hearing ahout the distant '60s and '70s as though they were this mythical, out-of-reach time in which my relatives reminisced. They even came with those old, shitty polaroids that really sold the vibe. Now it’s 2026 and people talk like the late ‘80s were a lifetime ago. Then I realize that from young peoples’ perspective now, that time period is even further away than the '60s were back when I listened to my parents talk about them.

    I think the late, great Bozo the Clown said it best when he said, “WWHHHAAWT DA FFFFFFUUUUUCK…”












  • There is one particular park in my city that my kid loves to play at. It’s by far the most elaborate and impressive, so it’s hard to avoid going there sometimes. But whenever we go, my wife and I often encounter a very, very chatty older Polish guy who has lived an exhilarating life of travel, mountain climbing, and spelunking.

    His adventures were interesting to hear about the first time we encountered him. But now every time we run into him he spends the better part of an hour just overwhelming us with tales of his adventures with mild occasional racism peppered throughout, with very few (if any) openings to speak or change the subject. You can only say, “Oh, wow.”, “Really?”, “Woah, that’s crazy…”, and “Wow, I didn’t know that…” so many times before it takes a heavy toll on your body and mind.

    There is no off-ramp with the Polish Adventurer. He is there to climb you.