no, it's gonna be huge. it's extremely violent. no, not monsters, turtles. they do karate and can talk. no they're human sized. their boss is a rat. yeah total nightmare stuff. grotesque is what it is. no we're gonna make it a kid's show. sat mornings yeah. yes the talking brain will still be in it.
just realized I've been rolling my fajitas into burritos my whole life and now I'm questioning everything
Have you ever noticed that some people are funnier when you drink and more lovable after they leave.
it should be socially acceptable to lick your plate clean if the meal was so good it moved you to do so
As a country we simply love to fuck around and truly believe we will never find out
hey siri set reminder to "enjoy things"
It's like no one wants to speak on the pompatus of love any more
I'm not just mad, I'm disappointing.
Chicago: "Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?"
Absolutely, 2:40 am
Chicago: “Does anybody really care?”
mf you were just asking about it
The second rule of Might Club is, maybe, too soon to say really.
If you've got nothing nice to say about someone, post that shit so we can all see
Note to self: B♯
Knick Knack Patty Wack is short for Knicholas Knacholas Patricia Wacklemore
what if we made the pants of liars even more fiery?
Who up straiten'n they hormuz?
I have a way with wasted potential
*eating croissant upside down so I can put jam on the flat bottoms
A painting of a chicken on plastic chicken legs
Bok bok
The thing about all these freak AI execs constantly going "our machine may have gained sentience?!" is that they want slaves. That they are ok with slave labor.
And *then* it always, always turns out their latest AI trick actually used slave labor somewhere in the global south.
They're slavers.
Now, twist it!
did they check the tariff shelf or nah?
If falling down when trying to put on my pants is a sign of how this day will progress, I should go back to bed now.
This is exactly why I always go to Jersey Mike's
When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I stole matches to start fires in the woods with my friends as a child: but when I became a man, I got a cute little metal fire pit
Garden Gnome with some jacked up eyes embedded in a far too puffy face wearing a red pointed cap, blue dress, red shoes and holding a handful of toadstools
zactly
totally jumped the shark with this story line
I was led to believe the robots would rock as well as sock 'em
Wolfenstein wasn't meant to be a documentary
