It needs to be against the wall, but I grew up with bunk beds in a room that could have fit 2 (well, in one of the places, anyway), it was nice. Gave us extra room for toys and shit and playing games

The bottom bunk twin speaking like he’s been replaced with a cyborg?

I was pretty stonery in m’youth, and lemme tell you, I was not about to wake up early enough to brunch

Completely unrelated, but tonight I opened an app to look for hotels, and it greeted me with a message that I had a “0% off” coupon for my next booking

What the fuck is this place?

Same thing that’s wrong with mine: the brain is really good at working collaboratively with other shit, and that means if the phone can remember the numbers your brain will happily give that task to the phone. I can remember so many number from before I had a cell, and almost none since then.

It’s also got to do with repetition. We used to dial the number each time, now we almost never type the digits in, just pull up a contact (or more likely, a text from them) and hit call

I know the number is exaggerated for comedic effect, but it blows my silly little 'murican mind that phone numbers in the UK have variable length. All of our numbers are the same length. Country code (1), area code (757) prefix (368) and then the line number (0441). I’m sure something else might exist for super niche things or something, and we’ve got the 3 digit important numbers, like 911 (emergency/cops) or 988 (suicide prevention hotline), but personal numbers are always 7 digits plus the area code. It’s just weird to my brain that the length can be variable within a country.

Also, try giving that example number a call…

Look, you’re gonna have to face facts. People like you. Yes, your meme collection is great and mighty and powerful, but the fact that you collect all the memes that people love speaks to you. You saved those memes because you loved them, and then you selflessly decided to share them with a fledgling community to bring joy, and the people loved them. You bring joy. Santa doesn’t make the toys, he delivers them. You’re the lemming Santa. Stamta.

Also, you are literally famous. It might only be locally, but you are, factually, famous 'round these parts

Stamets publicly acknowledging me? I can feel my Lemmy clout growing!

Don’t worry, I fix

Because I just glanced at the picture while hiding my phone from customers and thought they were bees

What is it with European bakeries and bees? I’ve seen memes and stuff about it, and this one youtuber, a Vietnamese woman who’s German BF never shows his face, I can’t remember her name right now. She showed a bakery in Germany with bees everywhere. Why is this a thing?

We mostly laughed about it after I explained what I was doing

Had an ingrown hair on my taint. Mom walked in to find me standing on the bathroom counter, balls pulled up, leaned back against the wall behind me, and squeezing it. She thought I was fingering my ass lmao

Well that’s genuinely one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a looooooong time

US south. Weed eater or weed whacker, but the second is much less common. It’s also the name of the thing you’re doing. You use the weed eater to go out weed eat the yard

Ooh, I’ll try that one. Tbh, nuke isn’t said for the funny. It’s just what it was called when I was a kid. I never really considered it as a term until I was well into adulthood lol

Generally “nuke it” but occasionally zap make an appearance, microwave as a verb, and sometimes me-crow-wa-vay if I’m feeling extra

I don’t have a strong opinion one way or the other. But I do have a fun story!

When my mom was pregnant with my older brother, they had a phone repair guy at the house. She was going through a book of baby names and trying to pick one, while her husband was yelling from the other room that his name would be the same as his (we’ll go with John for the example and privacy).

Husband: (yelling) his name will be John, same as me!

Mama: no! I will not do that! He’d be a junior, I’m not naming my son Junior like some redneck!

Husband: it’s not a redneck name! You don’t have to call him junior, call him john!

Mama: no, it’s trashy! It’s a white trash name and I’m not doing it! I want him to be able to read, not learn how to make moonshine out of an old radiator!*

*That one’s an actual direct quote

Phone repair guy: turns around I need something from the truck.

Mama looks up and notices his name tag. Junior.

Dude left, got in his truck, and drove away. Sent someone else out the next day to fix the phone

This is literally how my mom met her first husband