You know, if the husband does a good job clearing up the garage or whatever household man’s-job needs doing, he just might get some oofty-magoofty tonight.

There are apparently T-shirts which read “don’t shoot, I’m Canadian” in a number of languages (Arabic, Russian and Spanish, I think)

From what I remember, e/n sites were like personal blogs only with more of an incel vibe. They seemed to be by guys who referred to women with misogynistic slurs, while lamenting their lack of a girlfriend.

Safety ads in the 70s went hard. Nobody worried that kids might be traumatised, and some probably were

If you ever see a dog performing tricks, you know he was a very gay dude in his previous life

Capybaras, hands down.

Don’t love sex too much though or you might become a poor dog or cockroach in your next life.

That’s not how you draw a Hitler moustache

It sounds American and mid-20th-century. If that’s the vibe you’re going for, great.

or as he calls it, the all-you-can-eat buffet

Some of your distant ancestors, from long before modern European ethnic groups formed, were of a lineage more likely to eventually end up in Spain than Scandinavia, though you inherited from the minority.

Presumably it depends on the men having kids from a previous (or soon-to-be-previous) relationship, so if you’re one of those childless weirdos, you may need to make up a child, like in that Nick Hornby novel.

Well, you don’t want to risk disappointing the greys and reptoids.

Under the benevolent gaze of Richard Stallman’s fursona.

In the UK, Scots is close enough to English to be almost comprehensible to an otherwise unprepared British English speaker. (Case in point: Trainspotting.)

Or set your VPN to a country where they don’t monetise videos (Albania’s one)

The books on paranoia? They’re right behind you.

In German, they use the adjective “abgefuckt” in similar cases; that’s an English swearword with some German prefixes underlining the complete and destructive nature of the state of affairs.

It’s the same in Icelandic, only spelled “kex”. There’s even a hotel in a former biscuit factory with that name.

Spain is just paying tribute to its 20th-century avant-garde heritage, i.e. Picasso and Dali.