I’m still waiting for a Goatse powered LLM.

Now I know why EVERY battery powered toy I was ever given never got fresh batteries. I would memorize the sound effects so that I could make believe they were still functional once they died.

I suppose I did the same thing with my father.

Had a hairless rat briefly that we called Sir Scrote.

Has anyone actually run into any of these South Africans? Are they giving them housing on military bases or are there Africa towns popping up in the middle of nowhere or something?

This illustration is completely wrong.

The man representing hackers isn’t in a fur suit.

Seriously. The dudes thorax looks like he’s had extra organs installed ‘just in case’.

He needs two livers to process all the research chems he probably stacks every day.

Who would play the young upstart that idolizes/challenges a grizzled and worn out Julia Roberts?

All we need to do is reverse the impulsors and route weapons systems into the storage matrix.

Let’s make this a thing so narcs have to learn a hilarious new vocabulary.

Now I’m going to measure out all of my drug transactions using bee-weight.

I’m holding out for an Airedale sized earwig, chittering in my lap as I skritch it’s carapace.

If the kids don’t have their phone how will they broadcast the next school shooting to their followers or ask ChatGPT what the best hiding spot is nearby?

‘Fire, Water, Burn’ by the Bloodhound Gang for the curious.