I don’t think it will make things more tense or anything. I just was like, “oof, karma.”

Thanks. And now I feel bad because I just checked Facebook and he announced that his kitty died. So I apparently killed his kitty by ranting. He couldn’t take me badmouthing my brother and saw only one way out.

It means “I get to break the social contract since no one is around and I hate being constrained by rules.” He’s neurodivergent, so he’s not the most clued-in on social contracts in the first place, but that’s not an excuse. He’s just a very weird person in so many ways though. He did not just decide to be a vegan, he decided to be a vegan who also will not eat fat or oil, and not because of animals, because he thinks that’s how humans should eat if they want to live as long as possible. He also once (again, publicly on Facebook) talked about how he couldn’t understand why no one in his work zoom meeting thought it was funny when he showed off the REAL HUMAN SKULL he somehow owns because apparently it’s really funny to own, again, A HUMAN SKULL.

Even our photos were inside because we got married in this sort of high-end mall that was on the courthouse square and had a giant ballroom at the top floor. We had the ceremony and reception there, and there was a very pretty fountain on the ground floor where we did the pictures.

My brother also got married in a ballroom. In Alabama. In view of the “First White House of the Confederacy.” We are not Southerners but his wife is. It was also a Gone With the Wind themed wedding. They claim they have no racial prejudices but after that, it was pretty hard to buy. And that was before the day my brother decided to post to everyone on Facebook that he would yell the N-word when he was alone in his car because it was transgressive. (But he doesn’t do it to be racist, he swears!)

Really looking forward to visiting him in Atlanta in a couple weeks. I haven’t seen him in 10 years and was hoping to keep it that way, but my mom is elderly and won’t take a plane and so I’m driving her. At least I’m going to be staying with friends instead of him.

Sorry, I needed to rant for a second.

Arthur probably didn’t exist. Guinevere certainly didn’t. Even if they did, there’s no reason to assume any particular location would be the location of their tombs.

Plus, according to the legend, Arthur’s supposed to be alive and in the mystical island of Avalon, waiting until he is needed to return and become king again. These guys needed to look up their Geoffrey of Monmouth.

Basically, it would be like digging to find the tomb of Uncle Sam and his wife.

They weren’t exactly shy about what places were for in the middle ages. This is where the brothels used to be.

Also, Shitterton is literally called that because it was downstream from where all the sewage was flowing.

They call them meal worms for a reason, am I right?

Oh sorry, I misread. I thought you meant he was a dad at 12.

Let’s say dad was 12 in 2006

Has mom gotten out of prison yet?

What is even the point of a playground if you can’t spin around on a merry-go-round until you get sick, fly off, hit your head hard enough for it to get concussed and puke?

It really did rain on my wedding day and I did not see the irony of the situation. We were inside so it really wasn’t a problem.

You oughta know.

I’m glad there are multiple commenters treating this with the grim seriousness it deserves. Thank you all for pointing out the grave inaccuracies of the Satanic Menards theory. You’ve saved everyone a great deal of time.

That’s ridiculous, how can you say we’re all bSTACK OVERFLOW ERROR #1033. REBOOTING. PLEASE DO NOT TURN OFF YOUR DEVICE.

I kissed a girl and I liked it, but as I’m a heterosexual man, that’s not especially transgressive.