@genmaicha@georgia an actual jew came up with the khazar theory, which still doesn't shine too much light into why it was made up. my hunch is that he wanted to fabricate a claim on Ukraine
@quad iirc my workplace blocked the old defunct kiwifarms domain. I think it's still blocked, but the one actually used nowadays works fine lmao
the weirdest one so far was probably when I went to donate blood plasma. it takes like 45 minutes so I decided to check on amren.com with my other hand and it was blocked for extremism
Embed this noticejohn paul grips (grips@cawfee.club)'s status on Friday, 17-Apr-2026 23:47:52 JST
john paul gripshaving to fire up my mobile hotspot in a bus in order to log in to my second Discord account in order to send a message into a meetup group chat just because I need to click the button in a "New login location detected, check your email" email and FlixBus Wi-Fi decided to block cockmail because of "file hosting"... is one of those moments that convince me that ultimately, Stallman was right
Embed this noticejohn paul grips (grips@cawfee.club)'s status on Saturday, 11-Apr-2026 18:19:19 JST
john paul gripsThe problem with Canada's kebab places is they're too clean and healthy. I want a proper British kebab. I want an angry brown man who is 94% beard to hand me a congealed slab of suspicious meat drenched in garlic sauce. Like I can tell you the kebab I'm eating right now isn't a real kebab because I'm eating it while sober. The Kebab shop is always ran by a huge dude called Amir. Amir does not speak English. He does speak every other language in the world. Including "I'm shit myself drunk" -ese. "HARGHN JUGHBO GELRCIH PLAGHS?" you ask him. He nods. He begins shaving "meat" off that huge fucking rotisserie beef thing. Your brain, floating as it is in vodka, offers one word, "hoss?". Amir grins. He has heard that joke before. There's no horse in Amir's kebabs. Oh no. Horse is for those fancy fuckers on main street. Amir's meat is heady mix of rat, greyhound and eastern European girls who aren't very good at holding their breath. Amir gestures to the sad-looking vegetables on the counter, but you've already fell asleep with your face pressed against the counter glass. Amir tops your kebab with lettuce, cucumbers, bubble wrap and Styrofoam. He then adds so much garlic sauce that those ingredients cease to be. Amir grunts, and hands you your kebab. He grunts again when you nearly leave without paying. You stagger back to the counter and thrust a - wad of sweaty fivers into his hands. Amir gives you your exact fucking change. The next minutes look like a mix between the walking dead and a particularly messy bukkake video. You pass a young couple, you attempt a smile. You look like you just came off the casting couch with Peter North. Eventually you make it home, leaving a slimy trail of garlic sauce behind you. Then you fall asleep mid-shit on the toilet. You awake to the gentle touch of cool porcelain. Your throat and tongue seem to have sprouted hair. One of your eyes is crusted shut. Know now that this is your heritage and your legacy. You are a man of Britain my son. Change your sheets before you go out for a night on the town. It's the best gift you can give your drunk self.
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