Jeeze, it's everywhere. When does the hurting stop?
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet.
Jeeze, it's everywhere. When does the hurting stop?
Really am out of the loop, never heard of these people. If true, I hope everyone associated with this shit goes down.
My history would be: BBSs>various forums>Slashdot>SomethingAwful>Digg>reddit>StumbleUpon>4chan>HackerNews>voat.co>Lemmy
I wasn't a heavy Digg user, but it was fun.
What if you just mouthed your thanks to them and crossed without expectations about how or what they should think?
Crossing the street can be a dangerous thing, crosswalk or not.