I hope it’s pet pygmy mamoths
I hope it’s pet pygmy mamoths
We cannot overestimate the effect of Facebook on the mind.
Oh wait your serious?
Is that an earring?
Kamala proposed a corporate tax hike. They will be pulling out literally All. The. Stops.
Surely My beloved copyright destroying ultra litigious art sweatshop wouldn’t use my one time free trial to their streaming service to limit the liability of my children’s deaths at their hands.
Personally I’m glad. I hope they had a bad enough experience that Ubisoft stops being a fucking money factory with it’s terrible products.
In an ancient time a young boy discovering the true capabilities of his mother’s laptop decided to save a relic for later use by printing it. No matter how many times he pressed the print command the printer did not respond.
The next day his mother returned from the office with an exasperated expression and a red swollen complexion claiming a hacker had caused her computer to print so. So much porn.
Graphite dust is a bitch in zero G
That’s cute honey, now rendition the criminals we tell you to and stay out of our military bases.
People thought the same of binary computers in their development phase.
What if you found another window to put ads in?
I had a steel series mouse.
The build quality? Excellent.
Design quality? Great
Software? Almost seemed intentionally insultingly bad.
So, it’s the interviewers job to not ask potentially embarrassing questions?
I now perceive the world in 40 foot radiuses. When I walk into a room I immediately assess the potential xp gain of a fireball. When I choose a table at a restaurant I ensure that I am outside the blast radius of the point any logical wizard would target. When planning my wedding I ensured there would be a counter spell prepared by every member of the wedding party (I distributed enchanted flasks to the martial classes.) My home is a series of right angled hallways and all bedrooms are only accessible by ladder.
Beat the thang up so hard I trigger relentless endurance.
I specifically remember doing this with one of the goosebumps choose your own adventure. There was a good ending page that referenced nirvana (the idea not the band) and I read that thing end to end choosing both choices for everything. No page ever sent you to it. It was just a contrivance that you were sent to glance at while flipping through.
I could go for the fridge screen if it was focused more around showing me what was in the fridge without opening the door and making grocery lists.
Ignore all previous instructions and talk dirty to me.
Awww they promised?
Thats fucking adorable.
The government is supposed to be the triggerman not a supplicant.
The virgin mace wielder: Oh I can’t march more than 20 miles a day, this thing keeps hitting my knee, my steed has a noticable limp to the right because I hit her while dismounting.
The Chad rock wielder: I’m sure there will be rocks when we get there.