We already knew Papa Frigly was the one cleaning Siggy’s litterbox - he apparently clips her nails, too. Just another thing to add to the long list of things they do for their ungrateful tard child.
I have no idea who else the “old man” would refer to.
Better than her claws potentially growing into her pads. As much as I disagree with the elder Cianfriglias' decision to pull their bait-and-switch because Staph couldn't stop being Staph for long enough to fool literally anyone into thinking she can be trusted with another living creature, I'm at least willing to give her dad some small amount of credit for actually ensuring Siggy is being properly cared for. Mucking out the litter box is one thing, but this implies he has enough affinity for cats, or at least familiarity, that he can handle them and knows how to recognize any potential signs of injury/illness/etc in time to address it appropriately.
Siggy is a young cat, if she had enough enrichment round the hovel she wouldn’t need her claws trimmed.
I know some people think indoor cats should get their claws trimmed but if they have things to scratch and play on then they’ll wear their claws down naturally.
She’s never shown a scratch post, or a scratch tower, or a scratch mat. And she’s getting fatty fat fat like Steph so she’s gonna be less mobile and therefore need her claws trimmed even more.
...I'll choose to continue with the optimism and hope that ol' Dad is indeed trimming Siggy's nails out of concern for the cat's well being, rather than his primary concern being to prevent a rambunctious young cat with no enrichment from scratching the shit out of everything badly enough to get Staph evicted from the tardpartment, which generally knows their clientele well enough not to allow pets anyway.
There aren't any disabilities that make having an uninterrupted supply of soda delivered to your house into any kind of life-preserving necessity. Probably not even for a Type 1 diabetic living alone who is housebound with quadriplegia, but if it was, that still would be completely irrelevant because none of that in any way applies to you. Either shut your spoiled, self-righteous poser mouth or just drink water for one fucking day, you fatass.
Fuck, okay, I laughed. It is so perfectly on-brand for Staph to find it unspeakably offensive for
a job asking you to point to five
useful things you did in a week you can point to as hard examples to justify why they should even continue paying you. Of course a useless pantload like this fails to understand why workplace might prefer to eliminate the giant liabilities who fuck around doing nothing at best or actively impede everyone else at worst. But you know who
was efficient and productive? FUCKING HITLER.
Lmfao this fat retard is so spoiled for choice when it comes to food that she was foraging for greens in the Wegman's parking lot. Plus she has her parents deliver her some groceries probably at least once a week. Plus she abuses the food bank. Plus she has underpaid immigrants deliver her overpriced Hamazon snax at her beck and call. Plus she tops everything off with crap from the ice cream shop or the gas station when she feels like waddling down the driveway. If she's still hungry (though I don't know how that's possible), I'm too lazy to look for myself but I'll bet my crypto holdings that there's a Walmart somewhere that does delivery to her area if nothing else. But as a general rule, people who know what a "food desert" is and understand the concept enough to use it as an excuse for their own fatassery ain't living in one.
Walmart also offers delivery to her address. Which is something someone who lives in a “food desert” would do, especially if they weren’t buying boogie soft drinks and snacks as their only food. Assuming she has a working refrigerator, she could do her shopping for the whole month.
Ninja'd but thank you. I was pretty confident on that one.
You saying native made me think of people who live on reservations, or otherwise in the middle of nowhere, and how utterly insane it is for Staph to be calling her jolly little town with multiple supermarkets, cafes etc a Food Desert lmao. And like Schrödinger's vag, when she takes time off from being disabled she is bragging about her walks in nature as an actual druid my guy, as the return serve should anyone tell her to touch grass.
If Gyro ever had to go see what it's like to live in a remote poverty-stricken Native community in the Canadian north where people survive on whatever can be hunted or fished, deliveries of stale gas station tier shelf-stable junk food are priced at a premium due to yearly deliveries reliant on ice roads, there is no sunlight half the year, the one doctor serving the community is overworked and demoralized dealing with dire shit and has no time or patience to indulge her retarded nonsense, the electricity is spotty, and the internet is worse, it might be good for her perspective to see what living in a food desert is like. She wouldn't last a week.
(Not that I would, if I knew I'd eventually have no option besides trying to choke down seal blubber I'd probably neck myself, but that isn't the point.)
A friend of mine mentioned that "boycott on buying" thing. We're supposed to be going on a road trip with some other friends that day.
Took all I had not to roll my eyes, because it sounded like online slacktivism immediately. Like refraining from buying chips at a gas station is going to make Musk/Trump/Vance reconsider what they're doing? Yeah, ok.
But I'm not Staph, and I've never pretended to be any kind of activist.
"Buy nothing day" isn't new. The concept was first introduced to me in the mid-90s when I started hanging around with artsy-fartsy socially conscious types and subscribed to Adbusters magazine, and it was always on Black Friday, which corporations hyped up as the inaugural Christmas shopping day of the current season.. This was when the doorcrasher sales were literal and it first started getting to the point that it was pretty normal to hear about people winding up in fistfights or trampled each year. Buy-nothing day was a quiet act of protest by declining to participate, because rampant consumerism to a degree that led to people stomping each other to death over a discount color TV in the name of Baby Jesus struck some people as rather distasteful, and not even from a religious perspective either. Nobody thought they'd realistically make much of a dent in revenue or cause a bunch of billionaire CEOs to have a literal Scrooge revelation, the point was mostly about standing back to really watch people lose their fucking minds on Black Friday as a detached observer, reflect on whether you really want to behave like that, and hopefully become more mindful about your own retarded consumerist habits or buying into corporate hype.
Was it still slacktivism? Probably, but before social media it was much less virtue-signally and more about self-awareness and trying to live your own values. This current iteration sounds like a bunch of people who heard about the idea from their parents, missed the point, may actually be dumb enough to think they'll be the hero bringing down the evil Elon (or whoever) because they were raised on social media and capeshit, and are lying about doing it anyway, because all they care about is getting viewz if they're loud enough to become the center of the Tiktok circlejerk for 30 seconds.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Staph apparently doesn't think being horribly offensive to all of everyone's somatic senses is enough, go figure.
