For us foreigners, 6th grade is around 10 / 11 years old?

Our taste in movies would be a perfect match. Grab some popcorn and a bucket of wine and let’s get this marathon started, baby. Plus, I haven’t seen any of the movies I haven’t seen. Ideal.

That’s lovely :)

Wow. That’s a good one.

*shite

For those not familiar with it - Bottler in this context means someone who chickens out.

This is so good that I sent it on to my mother.

I mean…If you either need or should have it then… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯…sure? (genuinely hope you’re OK though. If not and you need to talk then hit me up.)

The touching grass part is up to you though. It’s just outside.

Oh I hope I don’t judge you or anyone else that I come across based on how they look and I am absolutely certain there are many that are like me.

Mr or Mrs monster. Love yourself. I deep down mean it.

Fuck yo’ genes.

That was the last time I think anyone has ever stood up for me.

Sorry to hear that. Do you mind me asking if you’re in a big city?

Very nice of the lady though!

Story time - When I was a kid you had to get condoms through a family planning clinic or by crossing a border and many chose the latter. It was gone by the time I became old enough for it to be an issue for me.

Thankfully I live in the same country where there would immediately be government ending riots if there was any attempt to ban any form of birth control. Hell, the cops wouldn’t even stop the riots, they’d probably join in.

I hadn’t considered that though in fairness. It’s just such a crazy notion.

Willful childlessness is such a hilarious concept. I’m rollin’ around here.

What are they gonna do? Check if you’re having unprotected sex sufficiently? Check how many miscarriages you’ve had? HAHAHAHAh. Fuckin’ donkeys.

edit: Small gubment.

That’s fuckin’ awesome.

Oh shit! You just reminded me…On the same journey as my story below my wife left her phone in Singapore airport. It was before passcodes or anything so just a Nokia with a simple unlock which at the time was menu and *. Anyway, they looked up “mum”, phoned her mother and we picked it up on the return leg!

People are good.

I’ll give my story which is small but had a huge impact on me.

On my honeymoon. It’s myself, my wife and a Chinese dude in a suit on our way to Indonesia on the last leg of the flight in the 3 seats.

We get chatting. Newlyweds, congratulations, yada yada. Back and forth. Lasts a decent amount of time. He laughs because we ask him if he’s Indonesian (we’ve never been there before and Indonesian folks do not look Chinese lol).

Before he goes he gives us his business card and says we can call him 24/7 if we have any emergencies or difficulties of any kind on our trip. It was such a seemingly insignificant gesture but just took a bunch of hidden pressure off that we hadn’t even thought was there.

It left a huge impression on me though we never needed it. Ever since I have liberally given my phone number to folks traveling to Ireland (including a nice chap on Lemmy that I nearly met up with). Nobody has ever called me but I would jump in the car on a moments notice if they did.

AH! “What time is”. I get it now. Thanks.

Ah the ban hammer is not used here nearly as much (instance dependent but dbzer is a solid one AFAIK). Glad you decided to jump in anyway.

You’re gonna have to elaborate on that for my tiredness addled brain. :) I only see 2 “it” in there and I don’t see any of them being pivotal to the overall meaning.

Also, welcome to lemmy!

I am “all the clocks in the kitchen set” gang.

Analogue one on the wall, microwave and oven. If they drift I’ll fix them.

It’s a busy house. Two of the kids get the train to school and minutes matter to them so in the morning you’ll frequently hear “time check” from one room and whoever’s in the kitchen (or has their phone to hand) will shout back the answer. It just makes things that tiniest bit smoother.

That’s a fascinating little video essay. He really nailed the look.

a week after the latter unveiled a brand new statue of another Soviet figurehead, Josef Stalin, in Moscow.

Yikes. They’re still celebrating Stalin with new statues. Bizarre.