PEEVERT! NO DOGS, CANCER IN THE HOUSE!
Cancer dog (kanker hond) is a very bad swear word in the Netherlands.
Is it a name I’d call someone or something I’d yell when I stub my toe? Or is it more like, “What the cancer dog!?” I can’t say it’s my favorite profanity.
No it’s a name you call somebody, but only if someone really hurt you or screwed you over.
When you hurt you toe you might say teering or tyfus (tbc, typhus)
“These thoughts are too useful to just stay in my head, I’m going out to get some sticky letters so I can spread the message to the world”
Isn’t there a community on Lemmy for this level of unhinged?
If not, we need one.
c/SchizophreniaMobiles or something
This is anti-dog propaganda being spread by cats.
The Feline Propaganda Macine
Cancer Dog Turd? I found my new password for the next decade.
Haha that’s great. What’s your mother’s maiden name just wondering? I love learning strangers family history
My mother’s maiden name was Smith, we had a family dog when I was young, the dogs name was spot, oh, and interestingly the last four of my SSN is 678. Weird right?
My favorite movie is ‘From Justin to Kelly.’
A movie about finding love in an unexpected place …Florida on spring break. It should give them pause.
Are you sure the driver is not a cat
It can’t be ruled out
It cat’n?
Toonces?
This is the only scientific journal I follow.
Do you know how to get reviewed and published? I have a paper on hamster piss
Damn, I just have hamster piss on a paper.
All you need to get published is a Silverado, some stickers, and someone with a first grade understanding of the English language. The review in this case comes after the publication.
(For other school systems: in the US, 1st graders are usually 5 or 6 years old)
“Proceedings from the Dog Turd”, Elsevier, annual subscription cost: several arms and legs
I volunteered at a college food bank once, and one of the volunteers brought her dog along. A Muslim grad student who was a client was kinda amazed - was talking a bunch about how he’d never pet a dog before. (He did happily pet the dog.)
What the fuck
Untreated mental illness
Setting aside cancer dog, 95% of the time when I see this lettering on a vehicle I know it’s probably mental illness.
The other 5% is probably the best plumber in town
The “mental illness” and “plumber” categories can actually add up to be more than 100%.
For sure. I see one in my town occasionally:
LIBERALS ARE DEMONIC🙄
Hell yeah 😎🎸
It’s the American way
Entirely seriously:
I once dated a person with diagnosed schizophrenia.
Obviously I cannot diagnose someone from their truck alone, but my first thought here is that this person is convinced their dog is being fucked with by their ‘handlers’ or ‘gang stalkers’, who have magic nonsense technology and tens of millions of dollars dedicated to fuck with him and his dog in particular, capable of using some kind of DEW to project thoughts and memories and voices into their had, beam cancer at their dog, etc.
… Or, that is my own CPTSD from having had a fairly longterm relationship with a schizophrenic talking.
I think it’s a poorly worded theory that dogs with colon cancer lick their buts and then lick you, giving you colon cancer.
Possibly they heard about the Tasmanian devils with cancer on their faces that spread by biting each other. Or possibly they know about HPV and cervical cancer and extrapolated from there.
It’s hard to say, but if they’ve had colon cancer and it’s been traumatic, I can understand wanting to get a message out. If you don’t have the education to do it other ways, mailbox letters on your truck probably make sense.
Dogs can pass cancer to each other, due to genetic similarity. A similar occurrence wiped out something like 75% of Tasmanian Devils recently. Seems like a fun misunderstanding of a real phenomenon.
Fuck it’s RFK’s replacement.
Pervert no dogs cancer in house
Speling is a cancre. Ie’m the cuer.
This reminds me of when I was about 8 years old. I read online that vaccines are bad, and fluoride in the drinking water was part of some evil plot. I told everyone about it and it took about a day for me to realize how wrong I was. I was embarrassed for a while, but every time I see something like this I feel so lucky I developed critical thinking before it was too late.
I wish I hadn’t to be honest with you. I wish I could have carried on relating to my family, ignorant of the problems of this world.
I miss believing in ghosts. I miss the comfort I got praying as I walked through a dark room. I miss the live music at church a few times a week, the big tent revivals, believing I was seeing actual miracles when faith healers called someone up.
I miss that short window in life when the only things that I knew related directly to me and my community.
I don’t miss any of it enough to actually, honestly go back even if I could, but damn.
I’m just worked up because a stray cat got hit by a car. There’s something wrong with me, I swear haha. Sorry for this.
