I read a quote from John Lennon’s son, Sean, how he wasn’t sure he was “comfortable” seeing Paul McCartney sing alongside a video of John. Really?
When did being “comfortable” become a thing? Why must I make sure I address some psycho with their self-deluded “preferred” pronouns? Who mandated we must all pretzel our vocabularies and morals so we make sure someone doesn’t cry?
Oh well, sorry, best I can do for such snowflakes is hand them a tissue to cry into.
If I’m in a good mood, which isn’t often in the presence of such fools.
Otherwise, a “fuck you, tough shit” laugh will do.
I read a quote from John Lennon’s son, Sean, how he wasn’t sure he was “comfortable” seeing Paul McCartney sing alongside a video of John. Really?
When did being “comfortable” become a thing? Why must I make sure I address some psycho with their self-deluded “preferred” pronouns? Who mandated we must all pretzel our vocabularies and morals so we make sure someone doesn’t cry?
Oh well, sorry, best I can do for such snowflakes is hand them a tissue to cry into.
If I’m in a good mood, which isn’t often in the presence of such fools.
Otherwise, a “fuck you, tough shit” laugh will do.
^ Or maybe do like this guy, my hero of the day.
dick ^
Thanks for that
Cheered me up nicely
^ You’re welcome, Doug. It cheered me up so much, I ran it again and again, hoping that harpy would have a stroke or cardiac infarct.