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Has everyone gone so snow-flaky that to recognise Sarcasm it *needs* to be highlighted with an Icon....?
How long will it take before posts containing Sarcasm have to be marked PG or better still "Caution, contents may contain sarcasm and or nasty comments".... along the lines of the good old Coffee Cups?
FFS, it's about time everybody just grew a pair... (Gender neutral of course, don't want to offend anybody)*...
*PG / FSK18, Content may contain Hot Liquids
Who the f*** is General Failure, and why is he reading my harddisk?
And I'm just amazed at all the sickening stereotype cards they still sell in 2019
It's all still blue and pink and the boys are "tough" and the girls are "cute".
I mean, really!? A "tough" infant? What's it going to do, wear a leather jacket and ride a motorcycle?
You'd expect it to be more gender neutral or at least less stereotyping in 2019...
After some browsing I found one that just said "Hooray, A Son" on the outside and "Congratulations" on the inside (still blue, but the boat with stuffed animals and stars, hearts and butterflies is actually kinda cute).
Not to be politically correct or SJW-safe, less of an issue here, but because I never liked the soft and sweet stereotype birth cards.
My general dislike for babies may have something to do with it as well.
For a minute there I was considering buying a "stay strong" card instead
You could send a hand-crafted birthday card instead:
Condoleances. And courage for the 18 years to wait for your freedom to come back.PS: A small amount of gin in the feeding bottle can save you a lot of sleeping time during the first years. And if you mix it with milk, be sure to add a little portion of cream so that the milk does not go bad.
He can still retreat into joy and bliss by giving in to the idiocy malwhare that we all have between our ears for exactly this situation. It's actually there to keep us from strangling the little brat after two weeks. But not only we[^] have that malware.
I have lived with several Zen masters - all of them were cats.
His last invention was an evil Lasagna. It didn't kill anyone, and it actually tasted pretty good.