Because people crave the dopamine rush being offended.

We are “sus as hell”. This may be the greatest achievement of NCD to date. We ride tricycles at dawn. Pom poms on handlebars.

Infecting a bunch of animals with deadly disease, then promptly losing containment of it on a remote island, is what really makes this fit for NCD.

Whataboutism is for those who do not know how to shit post. We are here to shit post or at least, throw a little shit at each other, tossing questions and comments in a bouncing, cow-filled cyclone of chaos and irony.

Shine on, you crazy diamond. I ignore your report and raise you a new fridge.

🎶Three on the vine, so divine. 🎶 EDIT: WAIT it was 6 on the vine! Come back, 2002!

Cry/laughs…yeah…

Nah, my boi will do the right thing when the time comes.

Thanks for the sauce!

You’re lecturing like it’s a Ted Talk and this is your one chance for glory, but this is a shitposting community. Shitposting means dark-gray-ish humor from and for people who already know the historical context of the memes and cartoons. This is not a freshman survey on the history of the 20th century Middle East, you’re just mentally masturbating.

Me too. I thought that shiz was a redaction of a model and serial number.

Based warning, I like this Tusk more and more. Everything from his name to his hoodie says, I just want to stand on the beach and drink a cold beer.

“Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong . …” RIP Merlin, you were tha Guvnah!

Ok, but this is NCD. Would you like a flute of Trader Joe’s finest champagne? It’s not very good, but it’s free.

Microwave ovens. Pizza pockets are haram now.

I’m ok with that. I am drinking cheap, dry champagne right now in real life.

Whoa whoa whoa talkin’ about that little lady

This is too tasteful for this community and for Tinker Air Force Base. Not up to spec.

Well, first, you gotta pre-game by getting THAT drunk in uniform, with strangers. Make sure there’s no one around that you know. You’re ready for the big leagues.

We’ll be the first to know when Putin falls down the stairs onto some bullets. I got Flores’ gaiter on my head, just started day shift at the listening post. It’s under the grease trap of the McDonald’s on Red Square.