Never said it was a perfect plan. I’m assuming that there’d be bribery and a significant amount of luck involved. If I don’t get caught and sent to play a game of catch-mortar (or two or three depending on the dud rate), it might just work out.

During. Use the noise and distraction to cover any gunfire/explosions that may be necessary.

Join the army, get sent to Ukraine, frag the Russikiy overseer and surrender to somebody wearing blue and yellow. Learn the taste of food or die trying.

No.

https://github.com/LemmyNet/lemmy/blob/main/crates/utils/src/utils/slurs.rs#L78

Line 78 has the regex for Lemmy’s profanity filter. The .ml instance has it enabled, .world and most others I’ve seen do not.

#JustDotMLProblems

Imagine being so far down your list of disinformation campaign ideas that this is the best one you had to keep from getting fired and sent to the front lines.

I’m assuming it’s near one of the populated parts which narrows it down significantly.

…‘Who is responsible?’

Obviously the deer is very responsible, he’s wearing proper PPE.

Kinda sounds like a reason some people might try to preserve or widen a gender pay gap. If they can’t keep women barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, this is their next best thing.

I see what you’re saying, Star Trek just has too many redeeming qualities that could have made Scientology cool if they’d become StarTrekology instead.

Star Trek

… if you bought your Star Trek from a version of Wish that was also bought from Wish. Knock-offs all the way down.

Must be cold, give it a blanket.

I think you’re safe, you’re obviously not a banana.

Sounds a little like Resident Alien (if you omit the bananas and Sweden).

“Ha ha, those guys, they like to play. I will log this interaction under the category ‘humor’.”

I’m worried that stupid is our best case scenario. For all we know, the rest are stupid plus a cattle prod to the junk so might as well stick with the one that isn’t currently zapping my balls.

Probably just has to drool into the collection jar considering how much time these guys spend sucking themselves off.

When I’m dragged across an array of sharp raised metal bumps on a plane until there’s a pile of me in strips and chunks on the plate below.

No, wait, that’s the grate-ist feeling, sorry.

The only reason I think they didn’t is that their mascot isn’t a little altar boy.