You don’t. Best case, you trick your way into access for a day or so and end up banned again. Seriously, people keep trying to do it and keep failing because they have the resources to fingerprint you even if you jump though a hundred hoops.

Doesn’t matter what you said or why, you’re done

Is lemmy. Can spell hot

Can spell piss too, but only if talking about band

That was exactly what popped into my head :)

Well, it’s a multi prong issue; there isn’t a single cause, and not everyone shares the same combination of causes.

First is the obvious. Age related eye and coordination issues. As we age, some things don’t keep it up like other traits can. And, worse, age related experience only counters it if the person applies said experience.

Second, you run into issues with the plumbing, as someone said in other comments. The prostate is a hell of an organ. But when it gets swollen, the stream gets sputtery. You also run into user error where you have to hold the thing different than when you’re younger because the elasticity and thickness of skin changes. It’s easier to accidentally apply pressure to the urethra. The typical two or three finger grip can apply more pressure than is good when the skin isn’t as resilient.

Third, the ol’ give-shitter runs down. Spoons, baby. You run out of them. The effort of paying attention just isn’t as bearable, depending on what else is melting your spoons down. Which applies to cleaning up after yourself as well. Which also means that remembering to behave better when you aren’t at home where you’re the person inconvenienced can be a problem.

Now, the answer to all of those is to sit the fuck down, but the folks now into their seventies and eighties had a much less free concept of masculinity. In other words, they were fed the unhealthy concept that doing things the way women do them is inherently unmasculine. That isn’t true for everyone, but actual boomers, and the generation before them have more resistance to sitting down just because they’re men. Boomers less so than their parents, as the actual baby boomers includes the very same people that fought to change such concepts.

You also have plain assholes, but that isn’t a generation thing; there’s assholes that will spray piss everywhere on purpose of all ages, so it isn’t really a factor for this question.

Legit, I had patients back in the day that would resist sitting down to put on pants because they felt it made them lesser. Not less masculine, just less independent. They’d resist canes and walkers for the same reason, accelerating their reliance on mobility aids. That aspect of seat pissing is also a factor, but like just being an asshole, it isn’t purely a generational thing. Plenty of young guys fight against anything other than standing to pee because being able to do so becomes a symbol of physical capability. If you have to sit to pee, you’re fucked is the idea, no matter how false.

I had to lay down the law with my own dad a couple of years ago. Got tired of needing to use the toilet and sitting in piss, or walking in it, or seeing it drip. In his case, he didn’t even realize he was missing, but he still didn’t like the idea. He also got cataract surgery after that and it improved his aim back to an acceptable level when he does stand while peeing.

For real though my fellow men; sit to fucking pee. Splashing toilet water isn’t a good thing, and that’s going to happen no matter what else you do.

I want to run the remote control of the Jupiter rover. It would be just like running my old traxxas stampede rock climbing next to a farm pond

It’s a company. As such, it wants to make money. As such, it hires people to make that happen. Those people tend to think in certain pathways. When that happens, any company eventually falls into the same anti-user behaviors

Too small, too prone to “spoilage”, and waaaayyyy harder to calculate existing stockpiles. It just wouldn’t be practical.

Mind you, that’s ignoring any of the should factor, and I am absolutely unwilling to engage in that debate

Edit: also, it’s too easy to improvise ammunition for simple firearms. You can’t really shove just anything into an autoloader and expect it to feed, but anyone with a machine shop could crank out something that would work, and the supplies just aren’t trackable the way something like ammonium nitrate is

If one ignores the semicolon, it is at their own peril; they’re too useful, even when used slightly incorrectly

I’ll take the hitla.

Not because of political bullshit, but because damn near any other maker is going to be a better choice. Telsa is run like shit, has tons of reliability problems, and I don’t see anything else being worse.

That being said, if more information about the hitla brand’s reliability and quality were available, it might change the answer.

For fucking real, at this point in my life, idgaf about anything in a car but it being there, ready to go, when I have a fucking appointment. That means minimum fucking bullshit with sourcing parts, minimum bullshit with being able to put them in myself, and hopefully that they’re also affordable parts. It could be named Hitler, and made by the mustache fascist himself and I would not fucking care as long as I could go a fucking year without something fucking up.

My car was like that for the first fifteen years or so. Basic maintenance unless I did something stupid, and I’m spoiled on that. Even now, with it being almost twenty years on the road, having had three tree limbs fall on it, having had two cars run into it (front and back, plus one from the side, but that was barely a bump), and my dad driving it like an idiot, it’s still relatively reliable. Shit, the only reason I’m thinking of replacing it is needing something I can get a wheelchair in and out of easily. It’s a two door hatchback, and the hatch is high enough that lifting a chair into it just ain’t happening regularly.

So yeah, gimme a Hitler if it gets anywhere close to that level of reliability.

They got so much wrong it’s hilarious.

About the only thing they got right is that we have chickens and like comfy clothing, and one mention based on a five year old review. Literally everything else was junk.

That’s some really cool word play :)

Updates are non existent, basic functionality locked behind a subscription, iffy support, lousy documentation. They suck. I have one, and the only reason I haven’t replaced it is monetary I have too many other things eating into my budget to replace something that is working, if not to my preferences

Yeah, well, they’re shit anyway

Pfft, like they need my chipset for that

Pfft, you can keep her. She’s grumpy and worn out. Ima go steal OP’s mom.

Ummmmm. My brain did a thing. That title doesn’t actually ask how to orgasm, does it?

Usually through sexual activity, be it solo or with friends and family

The only thing I have a real opinion on is the question of profanity, as you’ve obviously changed your perspective on the original matter.

Curse words in dad jokes are fine if, and only if, they’re part of the word play. Which isn’t going to happen often, but it still has a place in dad jokes.

Dad jokes aren’t purely about little kids. They’re the kind of left field thinking that elicits groans as much laughter. Word play is the central concept, with puns being the dominant form. It’s kinda like swifties, as in [Tom Swift](The Joy of Tom Swifties - Merriam-Webster), not Taylor. As an example, from the source I linked: “the thermostat is too high”, said Tom heatedly.

The underlying concept is the same, it’s the format that differs. The dad joke equivalent of the above would be something like, “who turned the thermostat up? That gets me hot under the collar” or something similar.

There’s no reason you can’t do word play with curse words. If you’re in a household where cursing isn’t proscribed, a kid might say something like “teacher is really riding my ass this week”, to which you might respond, “I didn’t know you had a donkey”.

So, while I do think that curse words shouldn’t be just thrown in randomly, it’s about keeping the structure and fluidity of the format rather than the words themselves. Your prototypical dad joke won’t have cursing because it unnecessarily draws the word play out.

Never.

I’m old. I’m disabled. So I fucking sit down to pee like a civilized being.

Then I shake, wiggle, or otherwise assist things to drip out. Then clear the pipe from the bottom up and repeat. Then I’ll blot things to be sure.

I sure would have back in the day :)