Cones of Dunshire.

Nothing is stopping them from doing it, which is why when the cops get a report of someone pointing a gun at people they have no choice but to assume it’s real (unless it’s obviously shaped like a super soaker). If the person training their gun-shaped object on passersby points the gun at the cops they usually get shot because the cops aren’t willing to bet their life that it’s not some asshole who put orange acrylic paint on the tip of a real gun.

There are some hobbyists that paint their guns to look like a Nerf gun or a Nintendo gun controller. The general consensus is “it would be stupid to take this out anywhere other than the range”. This is much less common than the opposite: toy or pellet guns that look very realistic.

I think what they mean is that music has a wider range where it’s still “functional” for most people. Basically, more liberties can be taken with music than with storytelling mediums without people rejecting it.

Boneappletea

Perhaps the Pope should decree that drones can’t be used to fight Christians.

I mean, it didn’t really work for crossbows but you never know.

Hot on the heels of this one, I’d imagine.

I was told that ooh heaven is a place on Earth.

Patents expire. In the long run your inventions would be used for evil.

That’s “the Achiever” with different wording.

That’s a funny way to spell “watch dipshits take a joke seriously”.

Why not? Because this is a shitpost community.

Inb4 people start taking a Lemmy shitpost seriously and argue with it.

That’s Grenyarnia, the country that only rich people know about.

Wait until you hear about media contagion!

This shit is par for the course.

You can’t handle my strongest perfumes. They’ll kill you, traveller!

Who are you, who are so wise in the ways of science?

It’s supposed to be an ASMR video, I think.

I still have no idea why she has to say “Lamborghini” like she’s recovering from a stroke.

It generally means how much attention a person requires, usually because they can’t handle basic shit or are constantly starting drama.

You know that one guy at work where every little problem is an intolerable burden? You know, the guy that will do mental gymnastics to interpret anything the boss does as a slight? That guy is high maintenance.

The hallmark of a high maintenance individual is when the ratio of normal, functional conversations to “oh, I guess we’re gonna talk about your shit” is way off. If you go on a date and spend the whole time talking about their family dysfunction and their beef with their friends, finish the date and politely decline another.

Oh hell yeah!

Amen, sister.