But I don’t want to be British…

Hey, I only have the mass of 3 Neptunes, thank you very much.

Who still thinks living in the fucking desert is a great idea!

I guess a single digit percentage of millions is technically legions, so the math checks out.

This will be the thing that finally kickstarts the 2nd American Revolution.

So wait, a guy who sucks made a thing I don’t use and if I complain about him he’ll ban me from using it?

That’s a long road to a big pile of “who gives a fuck?”

Medical professionals: it’s like risk, there’s nothing to worry about.

Literally 15 seconds later

News anchors: so we need to panic? We’ll ask that again after 5 minutes of commercials.

I love it! Unlike actual slop, which I hate.

The Toddler Terrorizer 1000 sold out, eh?

That video has a distinctive lack of people pointing and laughing and I am so disappointed.

In my experience it’s the other way around. I mean why promote somebody who knows how everything works when you could get some jackass who’s failed upward high enough to get your old bossc job? That way they can come in with their “great” ideas, screw everything up, and then fail upwards some more.

Average tips for baristas are higher only if they’re female and have breasts bigger than a c-cup. So maybe they just need to follow through by giving the AI bigger tits.

Only if you’re driving a car.

Apparently if you get old enough then you’ll have the density of a neutron star.

Frankenstein made the monster and you take your parent’s last name, so the argument is pointless.

More likely a fucking boomer squandering their grandkids’ inheritance.

To be fair, you’re not supposed to hook the cow up directly to a Cat-and-Mouse generator.

Madagascar, quick, close your borders!

There’s he is!

Me: If you can find her then you can have her. Oh, and tell her I’m happier now than I ever was growing up.