

An interesting thought experiment: I think he’s full of shit, you think he’s full of himself. Maybe there’s a “theory of everything” here somewhere. E = shit squared?
An interesting thought experiment: I think he’s full of shit, you think he’s full of himself. Maybe there’s a “theory of everything” here somewhere. E = shit squared?
This is the hardest not the onion thing I have ever seen.
The title of the festival. 🤣🤣🤣 I’m fucking dying here. Holy shit.
I spent a summer once in Idaho in my early youth. Hard to describe anything there in terms of “awesome” unless it’s beer gut.
The safest strategy with people like him is to assume there is no floor, and that for everyone else’s safety, he should be humanely put down on that floor next to his morality.
And I mean put down in the sense we talk about our aged pets, and I know it’s truly better than he deserves.
Sweaty, stank-ass armpit if the internet. In a trench, doused in gasoline and set ablaze is the only outcome I will accept.
Oh man. For me, Tetris. Every time.
I get past the first dungeon no problems, and find the heart container, but as soon as I meet that old guy with his kite in the tree I’m lost. I think I need to craft a slingshot or something but I’ve no idea where to get the rubber for an elastic band.
With some accidental Don Cherry contamination from the 3 way.
Like the robass from “The Quest for Saint Aquin”. Not post-apoc at all.
You just saw us repudiate Trump in Canada. Did you need an illustrated pamphlet or other visual aides or something? How was this a challenge?
Thanks, Cinco!
Relatable, and ya can’t blame twitch. I want to expel refuse from my body too.
I love this idea. I couldn’t help but think of the innernette though.
It’s literally peaks and valleys of probability based on linguistic rules. That’s it. It is what’s referred to as a “Chinese room” in thought experiments.
China’s not talking about making my country one of it’s states. Relatively angelic by comparison.
Lol American’t so it’s gonna pout.
Slumpers like to slump…slump…slump.
ARE WE LEARNING HOW “SOCIAL MEDIA” WORKS YET HUMANITY?
Seriously. How many more fucking times do we need to go around this goddamn merry go round until we just start calling each other on the phone and meeting face to face again. You know, where the only enshittification is the one you bring with you. It’s fucking boring me now, how many of these stupid ass things I didn’t join because I’ve already, apparently, gotten the memo and how, inevitably, something like this happens, and everyone acts surprised and disappointed , as though inevitability was a concept they felt they’d been given a sabbatical from or something.
This. Shit. Ain’t. Free. There is an inherent cost, an “effort” required to communicate with others. You pay it with money, time or privacy. The overwhelming choice lately has been “privacy”, but it’s obviously something that not everyone is comfortable with, because we didn’t have the term “enshittification” before we started this flavor of our collective idiocy.
They don’t install those in new cars, you need one made in the ol’factory.
This is why, as mentioned above:
The most “successful” social media accounts are always the shittiest.
It’s just like that Morcheeba song, everybody loves a loser.
Yeah. We called it that because it was neither rare, nor well done. Bad writing has always existed.
You sweet summer child… The French have an expression for this: Plus ça change