For all we know you could be a victim in an abusive family. I’m sorry to see that people are blaming you without further asking about your circumstances.

FWIW I think it’s a bad older-generation thing, to express your affection by criticizing someone and insulting them. I had one older relative tell me that if you wanted someone to know that you loved them, you had to be a little mean to them. There was even a saying “spare the rod and spoil the child” to justify physical punishment.

To be sure, sometimes you need to be direct and critical and rigid, but it should not develop into abuse. If you feel you are in an abusive relationship, please reach out for help.

Yeah… reminds me of a very valuable lesson I learned during my college years.

If it’s not in a song by Sabaton or Iron Maiden, it ain’t real history.

Most people hate school. Even the “smart kids”, what they really like is learning or knowledge, not school.

Homer listening to “Home” while watching “Home Alone” with the homies and a homing pigeon.

The cat knew he was in trouble and was like: OK, this ONE TIME I will come running to you.

Oh, it’s a Japanese cartoon. They use metric hours instead of Imperial hours. So you’ll just have to keep waiting.

I don’t use eggs like that, but my housemate does. Looks like they take em from the carton one row at a time, the carton currently looks like:
1 1 1 1 1 1
0 0 0 0 0 0

“You don’t think it’s weird when YOU do it!”

I read that when a cat squints at you, it actually means they trust you, i.e. they don’t have to stay alert around you.

When I was in high school one lunchtime I was sitting there reading sci fi by myself like a total nerd and some other kids were sitting nearby and they started smoking cigarettes, which was against the rules. Anyway a teacher saw them just as the lunch period ended and the teacher said: “all right You, You, You, and You stay behind!” And the teacher pointed at me, because I was nearby. I was like: wow, I haven’t been in trouble before! I was writing a lot of short fiction and poetry at the time so I thought it’d be a good experience. So I sat there and listened for a while as the teacher berated the kids. But eventually I realized I’d gotten all I was gonna get from this teacher’s unimaginative lecture, so I stood up and was like: I gotta go to class. The teacher glared at me and was gonna go off, but the other kids were cool, they were like nah he wasn’t a part of this. The teacher looked at me, looked at my sci fi book, looked at me again, then realized yeah these kids would never have anything to do with this dork. So they let me run off to class.

If you read the page, you’ll discover a way to remedy that.

More (bowel) moving than War-n-Peace. More slimy than Middlemarch. After this gets removed for not being a photograph, make sure you post it in a community that will better appreciate it.

Wait til ya hear about Juggalos. (slightly nsfw)