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minus-squareslayer of cakes@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up23·1 year agoYep. Someone was talking about ear piercings and bodily autonomy. I commented that I wanted my ears pierced and my grandma took me to her doctor to have them professionally done instead of going to Claire’s. Got downvoted to hell. Wtf.
minus-squareWeirdfish@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up7·1 year agoWhere all I got was a drunk and stoned buddy of mine saying “Hey, hold still” while he jammed a dull earring through my ear into a potato.
minus-squareslayer of cakes@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up4·1 year agoOuch! That sounds painful!
minus-squareWeirdfish@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up3·1 year agoIt was, but honestly, all these years later it was the popping sound that I remember most.
minus-square15liam20@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up2·1 year agoWaste of a potato too, should be boiling and mashing em.
minus-squaretlingitsoldier@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up2·1 year agoThrow in a chicken bone, a couple of carrots. Baby, you’ve got a stew going!
minus-squareslayer of cakes@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up1·1 year agoDamn, now I’m hungry at almost 1am.
minus-squareTriple_B@lemmy.ziplinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up5·1 year agoBased gran, and I had no idea doctors do that. That’s cool.
minus-squareslayer of cakes@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up5·1 year agoIt was 1986. I remember it well. My Grandma was a gem!
Yep. Someone was talking about ear piercings and bodily autonomy. I commented that I wanted my ears pierced and my grandma took me to her doctor to have them professionally done instead of going to Claire’s. Got downvoted to hell. Wtf.
Where all I got was a drunk and stoned buddy of mine saying “Hey, hold still” while he jammed a dull earring through my ear into a potato.
Ouch! That sounds painful!
It was, but honestly, all these years later it was the popping sound that I remember most.
ah what the heck
Waste of a potato too, should be boiling and mashing em.
Throw in a chicken bone, a couple of carrots. Baby, you’ve got a stew going!
Damn, now I’m hungry at almost 1am.
Based gran, and I had no idea doctors do that. That’s cool.
It was 1986. I remember it well. My Grandma was a gem!