

Just add half a cup of sugar to your half cup of yogurt.


Just add half a cup of sugar to your half cup of yogurt.

I took it as “this is the thought process that you might not have thought of” as in neurons firing differently. It’s not disrespectful to say one group thinks differently.
I have ADHD and my mind gets put on a track I can’t control, so sometimes I’ll hear someone say something and stop listening to the conversation and just find out where my brain chooses to let me off. Sometimes I laugh at the stop, while my friends kept up normal conversation. They’re like “what?” And I have to just laugh and wave it off because it’s not worth explaining my train of thought. Or why I’m laughing at their uncles golf cart crash that lead to him being hospitalized because of bees.
People think differently and sometimes you explain it, sometimes you don’t. Honestly in this context, I think it puts it in a light mood like a joking mansplaining, when they’re really explaining their neurodivergence. Like I often do with my son “listen here you little shit…” When he asks obvious insulting questions about when I was young and lived in caves, or what I remember about sailing with Columbus.
Clearly the intent isn’t misogyny.

It did at first, until I kept reading and figured out the context.


It’s depressing to me. Look at all the friends I had and fun things I used to do. Now I just exist.


Arise chicken, arise.


Fuck that, when he’s gone nationalize all companies of his, as that was American taxpayers money that made them worth anything. That includes kusher and Trump’s horrible offspring.
My ex and I were roommates with 3 other people. The others were all gone and we were in my room getting ready, she got up to get lube or a vibrating cock ring or something, I can’t remember. But she left the door open. I’m laying there, dick straight up in the air when her cat jumps on my bed. Whatever, it’ll leave when we get down to business. But no, the cat sneakily crawls between my legs and licks the underside of my helmet. Right where that line of skin is that connects head to shaft. I freaked, cat freaked and ran off, I go soft and the mood is over.
If you thought a cats tongue was scratchy on your hand…