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10 months ago
Driving is hard
Automatics are better change my mind in the comments though you won't be able to, driving shift is hell and here's a few reasons why:
The Clutch Conundrum: "Because mastering the art of the clutch pedal is like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube blindfolded—except instead of colors, you're just trying to figure out how not to stall in the middle of rush hour traffic."
The Manual Misery: "Because driving stick shift is like participating in an extreme sport—except instead of adrenaline, you're filled with existential dread every time you approach a steep hill."
The Traffic Tango: "Because navigating stop-and-go traffic in a manual transmission is like playing a high-stakes game of Twister with your feet—left foot on the clutch, right foot on the brake, left hand on the gearshift...and pray you don't accidentally hit the horn."
The Parking Predicament: "Because parallel parking in a stick shift is the ultimate test of patience and coordination—forget about inching your way into the space, it's more like a full-blown tango with the curb."
The Gearshift Grief: "Because trying to explain to your friends why you drive stick is like trying to explain why you still use a flip phone in 2025—sure, it's quirky and retro, but mostly it's just a pain in the clutch."
The Clutch Conundrum: "Because mastering the art of the clutch pedal is like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube blindfolded—except instead of colors, you're just trying to figure out how not to stall in the middle of rush hour traffic."
The Manual Misery: "Because driving stick shift is like participating in an extreme sport—except instead of adrenaline, you're filled with existential dread every time you approach a steep hill."
The Traffic Tango: "Because navigating stop-and-go traffic in a manual transmission is like playing a high-stakes game of Twister with your feet—left foot on the clutch, right foot on the brake, left hand on the gearshift...and pray you don't accidentally hit the horn."
The Parking Predicament: "Because parallel parking in a stick shift is the ultimate test of patience and coordination—forget about inching your way into the space, it's more like a full-blown tango with the curb."
The Gearshift Grief: "Because trying to explain to your friends why you drive stick is like trying to explain why you still use a flip phone in 2025—sure, it's quirky and retro, but mostly it's just a pain in the clutch."
10 months ago
I have seen women yes
So out of my league it's depressing, there might be a few reasons why this person might be facing this issue:
"The Waifu Worshipper": I'm about as likely to land a date as a neckbeard at a speed dating event. My devotion to my waifu is stronger than my ability to approach real-life women. At least my body pillow doesn't judge my taste in anime.
"The Body Pillow Bachelor": Let's face it, my chances of scoring a date are slimmer than an anime protagonist's chances of winning a harem. My body pillow is my one true love—it never complains about my questionable hygiene habits or my extensive collection of waifu figurines.
"The Anime Aficionado": I'm more comfortable discussing the intricacies of anime plotlines than I am flirting with real people. My idea of a romantic evening involves binge-watching my favorite series with my body pillow by my side. Who needs a date when you have a waifu to keep you company?
"The Neckbeard Novice": I've mastered the art of growing a neckbeard, but when it comes to dating, I'm as clueless as a side character in a harem anime. My attempts at wooing women are about as successful as a tsundere's attempts to confess her feelings. Guess I'll stick to my body pillow for now.
"The Forever Alone Otaku": My love life is as barren as the desert wastelands in a post-apocalyptic anime. While my friends are out on dates, I'm at home cuddling my body pillow and rewatching my favorite series for the umpteenth time. Who needs romance when you have waifus and body pillows?
"The Waifu Worshipper": I'm about as likely to land a date as a neckbeard at a speed dating event. My devotion to my waifu is stronger than my ability to approach real-life women. At least my body pillow doesn't judge my taste in anime.
"The Body Pillow Bachelor": Let's face it, my chances of scoring a date are slimmer than an anime protagonist's chances of winning a harem. My body pillow is my one true love—it never complains about my questionable hygiene habits or my extensive collection of waifu figurines.
"The Anime Aficionado": I'm more comfortable discussing the intricacies of anime plotlines than I am flirting with real people. My idea of a romantic evening involves binge-watching my favorite series with my body pillow by my side. Who needs a date when you have a waifu to keep you company?
"The Neckbeard Novice": I've mastered the art of growing a neckbeard, but when it comes to dating, I'm as clueless as a side character in a harem anime. My attempts at wooing women are about as successful as a tsundere's attempts to confess her feelings. Guess I'll stick to my body pillow for now.
"The Forever Alone Otaku": My love life is as barren as the desert wastelands in a post-apocalyptic anime. While my friends are out on dates, I'm at home cuddling my body pillow and rewatching my favorite series for the umpteenth time. Who needs romance when you have waifus and body pillows?
10 months ago
British cuisine innit
We're still eating like the Germans are still flying overhead
We have other amazing recipes such as
**"Haggis Surprise":
"Mix haggis, mushy peas, and Brussels sprouts. Top with lukewarm gravy and serve with black pudding ice cream."
**"Bubble and Squeak Soup":
"Blend leftover bubble and squeak with crumpet crumbs and vinegar. Serve lukewarm with stale bread."
**"Jellied Eel Extravaganza":
"Boil eels until slimy, pour into a mold, and refrigerate. Serve with pickled onions."
**"Spotted Dick Surprise":
"Fill spotted dick with surprises like sardines and pickled eggs. Serve with a side of raised eyebrows."
**"Marmite Medley":
"Spread Marmite on everything – toast, crumpets, even porridge. Warning: may cause gagging."
We have other amazing recipes such as
**"Haggis Surprise":
"Mix haggis, mushy peas, and Brussels sprouts. Top with lukewarm gravy and serve with black pudding ice cream."
**"Bubble and Squeak Soup":
"Blend leftover bubble and squeak with crumpet crumbs and vinegar. Serve lukewarm with stale bread."
**"Jellied Eel Extravaganza":
"Boil eels until slimy, pour into a mold, and refrigerate. Serve with pickled onions."
**"Spotted Dick Surprise":
"Fill spotted dick with surprises like sardines and pickled eggs. Serve with a side of raised eyebrows."
**"Marmite Medley":
"Spread Marmite on everything – toast, crumpets, even porridge. Warning: may cause gagging."
10 months ago
Bring the filter with you
Showing up like the temu version of yourself. We're all for body positivity here mainly because we're all ugly as sin but that's besides the point , a lot of filters is false advertising and dating these days is mostly advertising. Here are a few reasons why not to use a lot of filters on dating apps:
"The Filtered Fantasy vs. Reality:" Using too many image filters on dating sites is like presenting a Picasso painting of yourself instead of a photograph. Sure, you might look like a masterpiece online, but when you show up for that first date, your date might wonder where your other ear went.
"The Photoshop Phobia:" Nothing says "run for the hills" like realizing your date looks nothing like their heavily filtered profile picture. It's like ordering a juicy steak and receiving a tofu burger instead—disappointing, to say the least.
"The Filter-Fueled Fiasco:" With so many filters, it's hard to know what's real and what's not. One minute, you're swiping right on a flawless supermodel; the next, you're face-to-face with a human being who looks like they've been digitally airbrushed into oblivion. Talk about a rude awakening.
"The Filtered Faux Pas:" Using excessive image filters on dating sites is a rookie mistake akin to wearing sunglasses indoors—it screams "I have something to hide." Sure, you might think you're enhancing your appearance, but your date will see right through your digital disguise.
"The Filtered Freak-Out:" Imagine the horror of realizing your date looks nothing like their carefully curated profile pictures. It's like being catfished by your own vanity—a sobering reminder that filters can only do so much to improve your dating prospects.
"The Filtered Fantasy vs. Reality:" Using too many image filters on dating sites is like presenting a Picasso painting of yourself instead of a photograph. Sure, you might look like a masterpiece online, but when you show up for that first date, your date might wonder where your other ear went.
"The Photoshop Phobia:" Nothing says "run for the hills" like realizing your date looks nothing like their heavily filtered profile picture. It's like ordering a juicy steak and receiving a tofu burger instead—disappointing, to say the least.
"The Filter-Fueled Fiasco:" With so many filters, it's hard to know what's real and what's not. One minute, you're swiping right on a flawless supermodel; the next, you're face-to-face with a human being who looks like they've been digitally airbrushed into oblivion. Talk about a rude awakening.
"The Filtered Faux Pas:" Using excessive image filters on dating sites is a rookie mistake akin to wearing sunglasses indoors—it screams "I have something to hide." Sure, you might think you're enhancing your appearance, but your date will see right through your digital disguise.
"The Filtered Freak-Out:" Imagine the horror of realizing your date looks nothing like their carefully curated profile pictures. It's like being catfished by your own vanity—a sobering reminder that filters can only do so much to improve your dating prospects.
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