The one thing I do not like about Lemmy: the insane amount of boomer humour here.
Chuckled
Lately, feeling like these meme communities are slowing turning into Facebook mem e dumpsters.
Isn’t that just the evolution of all meme communities?
If you block the OP you’ll get rid of 90% of these drunk uncle on Facebook level ‘memes.’
Good advice, thanks
This is on a shit post comm. Different strokes and all but looks pretty shit post to me.
Just something to think about!!!
Quality :: chef’s kiss :: shit posting
I think the age demographic for Lemmy skews significantly higher than most other social platforms, which may be why you’re seeing that. Gen-Xers have quite a bit of visibility here compared to somewhere like Reddit, which is mostly millennials and zoomers.
Agreed, this is disrespectful and reeks of Facebookboomerism-post.
Mine is the users that always share two types of content: “I am mentally ill!” And also “isn’t this super cute?”
We get it, you’re super quirky.
OP is doing his best
Reminds me of an ad from over a decade ago. (For those who speak German: youtube, sorry, I want able to get an invidious Link working )
A woman is sitting at a bar, and a man in a suit comes up and sits right next to her, taps his car keys on the table, and then lays them on the table and moves them towards her.
“400 horsepower, 12 cylinders, top speed 296…” He nods proudly. “Tomorrow evening 7 o’clock?”
She grabs a large key on her keychain and shows it to him: “10,877 horsepower, top speed 330, tomorrow morning, 8:43…” She puts the key on the table and pushes it next to his key. “…track 7”.
The ad was from the German railroad attempting to recruit drivers.
It’s hot 🥵
so he has a stable job that helps children (and by proxy their families) with daily life. that sounds pretty hot to me?
Only children take the bus?
good point; i was thinking school bus. he could also have a stable job ensuring everyone has transportation in his community. still kinda hot
But even you admit he went from pretty hot to kinda hot…
The screeching steel, roaring loudly as the large metal contraption charges onward, propelling its large body upon the ground, burning a liquid explosive compound as it’s power source. Inside the massive machina, I command it’s every move, turning at my whim and halting it, sending it howling to a stop. Within it’s curved and hammered steel belly lie smaller spawns, all different shapes and sizes, many whom cry out, some in lament and others, horrid excitement. (I used to be one as well)
My shoulders have grown calloused and stiff from the weight of the innocent lives I guide to their myriad destinations. Day in, day out, I command this dragon of steel in their service. My feet and hands puppeteer this ferrous beast in arcane rhythms, a symphony of gears and fire known by few and heard by none. For this deed, I take no reward, no reimbursement, save for the standard remuneration of a monthly salary, which, quite ironically, is nothing to ride home about.
“You have one minute and forty-five seconds to ask questions, go.”
Can I drive the bus?
Absolutely fucking not.
What’s wrong with a bus driver?
