Beehaw is like the Elks Lodge of the Lemmyverse. From the outside they look exclusive, mysterious, and enticing. Inside, there’s just a few drunk guys singing karaoke.
At least that’s my assumption. They wouldn’t let me in because I refused to write a paragraph about why I wanted to join an instance that I knew virtually nothing about. Even the Elks Lodge wasn’t that picky.
Nobody: …
My dog: “MOTHERFUCKER I KILL YOU! I WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND! HOW DARE YOU INTRUDE ON MY… oh wait. I guess that noise just came from my own butt and not some scary dog eating demon. Nevermind. My bad.”
My other dog: “AAAAAAHHHHH! DONT HURT ME. PLEEEASASSSSEEE! IM BEGGING YOU! I HAVE A FAMILY! Oh. Oh, you’re going to give me pets? I thought you were going to chop me to death with a giant arm shaped machete.”