Because he’s so smart and charming and knowledgeable about the issues that matter, so she’s completely enraptured by him.

Just the other day I was explaining how when you buy a 2 metre HDMI cable it tends to be only 1.8 metres long, because it’s likely based on a historical measurement of “six feet”, and basically all the women nearby were completely seduced and pretty much wanted to marry me on the spot.

“Are men wearing dresses and pretending to be girls actually real women or is it just a lefty liberal woke thing that hates jesus?”

I’m not 100% sure on the accuracy of this data, but if ever there was a place to paste this information, it is here.

Average Tiddy weight per boob by cup size, in Metric and Lemmy scales

A cup = 0.454kg = 1.1 Tins of Heinz Baked Beans in Tomato Sauce

B cup = 0.78kg =1.9 Tins of Heinz Baked Beans in Tomato Sauce

C cup = 1.023kg = 2.4 Tins of Heinz Baked Beans in Tomato Sauce

D cup = 1.388kg = 3.3 Tins of Heinz Baked Beans in Tomato Sauce

E cup = 1.950kg = 4.6 Tins of Heinz Baked Beans in Tomato Sauce

F cup = 2.35kg = 5.6 Tins of Heinz Baked Beans in Tomato Sauce

[Edit] I’m not sure if this is per boob, or per pair of boobs. More research required.

What a great idea Pete. It’s a good job that no future war will ever involve computers, electronics or creative problem solving.

/s

Red October.

Now that porn is functionally illegal in the UK, I am disgusted by this. Could you explain exactly where this could be found, so I can make sure to avoid it and not stumble upon it by accident?

You can still do that now.

Source: I am appalling at keeping in touch with people I don’t directly see face-to-face.

I prefer “it will or it won’t” for those questions of things which are out of our control.

I’ve not heard of it. On paper, maybe it sounds like a nice idea, but I can find almost no information about it, and my natural response is distrust.

It’s made by “baseanalytics” (baseanalytics.com.au), an Australian company who do “Technology consultancy specialising in AI, Business Intelligence, custom software and digital transformation” which sounds a lot like “specialising in buzzword, buzzword, blah, blah, blah, please give me a million dollars, Mr Investor”.

It’s not free and open source and community run, so we can assume they’re making money from it? Where’s the money coming from? Right-wing billionaire cunt money, or magical unicorn money? When is the enshittification happening?

I’m more into making other people happy and successful, so I have some self-worth :)

Yeah, but they remove the ‘U’ and spell it “scronge”.

…and after a fight with an actual non-retired boxer, he became the face of the scared/cowardly boxer meme.

Sadly, it does not. Also think about all the non-fatal but life changing injuries they cause.

You do realise you can easily run them on a normal computer? “Dolphin”, the emulator, will run fine on really old or low-spec hardware (like 10-15 year old bog-standard laptop).

It’s pretty close to mine, except it’s missing:

a) A car doing 40mph on a 20mph street, because “it doesn’t matter when it’s not rush hour”

b) A car driving the wrong way down a one way street, because “it doesn’t matter after 6pm”

[Edit] I looked at the original post, and it seems I basically made the same comment then - except at the time it was extra bad from “Apple Maps” sending people the wrong way down our street, months after some temporary roadworks had “flipped” the direction for a couple of weeks. I’m happy to say it’s not quite as bad now as it was then :)

I know - it’s like looking at new games on a Steam Sale, when you already have a library of underplayed and unplayed games.

I’ve already got cats who would love to hang out with me a bit more, and the local animal shelters have many unhomed cats already in them.

But I want the special new cat.

A little bit of mustard in my life,
A little bit of marigold by my side,
A little bit of lemon’s all I need,
A little bit of gold is what I see

Well yeah, obviously. I wouldn’t want to speak like those inbred idiot web-footed freaks who live a hundred metres away.

It was called “Knock and Run” in the UK too - at least in the bits of the UK I lived in.