ChatGPT told me the same thing about my business idea to open a brick-and-mortar store selling calendars for previous years.

That horse must’ve been a Confederate General.

I feel a tinge of disgust any time I see that stupid X social media icon on any company’s website’s footer.

I had an idea for one, something like: “Vatican Conclave Elects to End Papcy, sell off all Vatican possessions to feed the needy, and entrust the direction of the church to God’s hands.”

Do we know for certain they actually wiped with the sponge? Because I can imagine the sponge merely being used to transfer water from the central container to the cupped hand which is then used to clean their anus like in many cultures today. A sponge-on-a-stick having better reach from the seated position than a small jug, and no risk of breaking upon dropping nor theft. I feel like the disgust at the idea of smearing feces between strangers would be just as strong 2000 years ago as it is today.

Fursonas are pure narcissism. Imagine if non-furries acted like furries: you open someone’s social media and if every pic they upload is commissioned artwork of their (human) selves. You walk into their home and the walls are covered in self-portrait paintings. You chat with them and they reply with ‘stickers’ of pictures of themselves doing gestures or facial expressions. Pure narcissism.

Ever since learning, as a kid, that insulation is microscopic needles of glass, I see it with the same disgust as seeing parasites. Same disgust of microscopic things invading your body and causing damage and not leaving…

Still better than comments that go “Fast shipping. Good packaging. Didn’t test yet. Five stars.”