Then OP must die.

Aw, I can’t help but be on his side.

I’m not saying there was candy inside, but did you see how she scrambled?

Dogs are waaaaay more aware than most people seem to think. I think it’s true of most animals. We just don’t like to think about it.

Poop in My Fingernails or really any song from that album. Makes putting Spotify on Shuffle All a real crap shoot.

And I can still remember how…

I’ve never seen such a clear-cut case of fucking crazy eyes in a “man:”

Saunter at your own peril.

All I need to know is, does anyone say, “You sank my battleship!”?

I understand what you mean and don’t entirely disagree. If you use it like a calculator with information YOU’VE ALREADY ASSEMBLED. If you rely on it to have all information and/or give an accurate rendering of whatever it’s trained on, you’re probably gonna have a bad time. I’m working on a book that includes, in part, information about the Mormons’ history with slavery. If you ask AI, it will sometimes insist they never had slaves, at all. In fact, it will argue with you until you get legitimately pissed. Ask me how I know.

germane

Heh.

I wouldn’t normally ask this in any other context, but: is it possible your dad hates the Jews?

The Pedophile Nation, which almost singlehandedly ruined Avatar: The Last Airbender.

The goal posts killed themselves precisely because there never were any goal posts.

I am the-moon.

And she didn’t protect free speech. And she didn’t turn the company around (unless you count the Hitler stuff). So she’s taking credit for the Hitler stuff? Because the tone of her statement seems to be, “We did it!!!” Maybe she thinks she’s going out on top after her greatest achievement? Much more likely than, “oh noooes we r the bad guyz!?” from the fucking CEO.

ETA: Mine, too.

(ETA in this context means “Entering Text As:”)

Companies like iheartradio and others killed radio. I got to experience a little taste of the old days just before it all transitioned. There was an actual person. In a studio. Behind a mic. It was so much fun. Now it’s all syndicated, pre-recorded, pre-packaged bullshit sent out to 1,000 stations that all sound the same, playing at its preset time in an empty studio.

“Jenny, Jenny, who - SHIT!”

Shots fired.