While a few of these points are misleading sexist, or wrong, I can personally attest to the longer thicker hair part. I've watched my beard grow in hundreds of times and with only a month on HRT the peach fuzz between my cheekbones and beard became long enough to pinch and tug at.

I don't think HRT actually makes one's hips wider past a certain age, and if a cis man took estrogen it would probably tank his mood, and most mannerisms don't change because of HRT, they change because a person actively changes them. I sure hope there's some bone growth and genetic influence left in me at 25 to widen my hips now that I'm on E, but I doubt it.

The problem with the simplified meme format is that it only shows the good, not the bad or neutral stuff. It doesn't tell anyone that some of the meds can cause blood clots for example.

I'll be awake on my fifth cup of coffee and over 24 hours awake. I'll just assume it's another hallucination from staying up and exhaustion and go back to my game.

The Roswell Incident was declassified as well. It was a weather balloon with a microphone attachment that was meant to listen to a certain layer of the atmosphere where nukes are loudest. I don't have the link as I'm on mobile.

I don't think the government would deny any extraterrestrial claims by the news during the cold war because it would scare the commies shitless if they thought the United States had alien technology.

Dude, if I could shape shift for an Onlyfans, I'd give myself a zipper. I'd look sexy and hot, but with a zipper right down my back. i'd ignore all questions about my zipper. I'd use throwaway accounts to drum up drama about the sexy lady zipper. Saying it's an implant, or that I'm an alien. I wouldn't even tell the people I'm filming with what the zipper is for, and if they tried to pull it, it would be stuck, and filming would end then. Then one day I'd be Livestreaming to my Simps and my zipper would get caught on something and unzip. I'd come out as a gnome. Not even a cool gnome, like an annoying keebler elf sort of lawn Ignome. My simps would loose their minds realizing that they've been jerking off to a gnome in a slut suit. Then I'd go offline that day and start a new account with some other crazy antic.

In the Bible, God sent bears to kill kids for making fun of a bald guy. Jesus cursed a fig tree for not being ripe. The two are certainly cut from the same cloth, and yet Jesus would still be mortified.

There's no glory in suffering, but there's stubbornness in my heart.

Do not call up your local Pizza Hut and social engineer a means to get the manager's name. For example, don't say "Hey I have some questions for the hiring manager, are they in? I don't mean to be awkward, but what should I call you so I'm not saying manager for this whole conversation."

Don't order the curse of flames pizza from the local Domino's to the Local Pizza Hut under the Pizza Hut manager's name. The curse of flames pizza is a large well-done thin pizza with no sauce or cheese, only spinach.

Again, don't do any of this. If the Domino's doesn't instantly refund your hypothetical order to the manager of the Pizza hut, an underpaid worker will scoop the embers of the curse of flames pizza out of the oven and put it on a stack of pizza boxes where the embers will catch fire.

Then the Domino's manager will have to use the fire extinguisher and they'll mistakenly sue the manager of the Pizza Hut for property damage.

Again don't do it because once they figure out it was you and not their competitor, they'll come after you for property damage instead. The legal fees on both sides might put the struggling franchise owners at a loss for a bit, and shut down either restaurant for everyone else.

That's why you don't order the Curse of Flames Pizza from Dominos to the manager of the Pizza Hut.

Well shit, the propaganda is leaking.

Ah, the old folks home of America is finally getting hip for the youngsters by putting their hard candy on sticks.

Don't give them ideas. They'll have everyone and their mothers working in a private prison factory by winter!

Can I take a turn with it when you're done?