

Ah, flatulent flattery
Previously thefartographer@lemm.ee
Ah, flatulent flattery
Who on my right would next like to blow smoke up my ass. Y’all look smart enough to know how to properly stroke my ego and you know what I’ll do if you don’t.
But then it turned out they didn’t need to be coerced at all. Turns out that when billionaires see big enough of an asshole, they’ll all line up to sniff it.
I’m actually for realsies Ken M. Behold my satire: poop.
I’m a McRib on this glorious day!
We’re all McRibs on this glorious day
Salting the library?
Thanks! Saved for later
And here I thought we couldn’t burn the Library of Alexandria again
:( Why’d you do that, Leo? I was gonna eat that cake… I don’t care how much you love chocolate, that was inappropriate and impolite!
Just wanna point out that every time something scares you enough, it also reprograms/rewires your brain. Not trying to discredit the study, but the reprogramming really isn’t the concern; it’s if the reprogramming is beneficial, which this isn’t.
The few times I’ve seen you on Lemmy, it takes me a few seconds to process your username. Today, I had my favorite misreading yet: pronounced Ivana footerall
The babies are peachicks!
Project Greenlight
Must be wearing asbestos pants that they aren’t engulfing him in flames
One of my goals is to get my storage and backups to the point that it’s ALWAYS a good day to reinstall my distro
Beep boop. Fuck you, assface.
Is it his destiny to live and die a life of blonde fragility?
Whatever the possibly good, but probably bad, intentions there are to this decision, it’s still courting disaster.
Let’s say your neighbor beats half of their kids and all of their kids’ friends. And this neighbor is not shy about it; in fact, they publicly brag about this. And let’s say that they tell you that your kids should come over to play some video games, but that you need to introduce your kids to them first, so that they don’t accidentally beat your kids.
You know what you do in that situation? You don’t let your kids visit the fucking child-abuse house!
Don’t let your government share your data with us. We’re definitely going to abuse your data, and we’re still gonna arrest you when you visit. We’re holding a burning fuse in our closed fist—don’t get closer to see if we’re gonna blow our hand off. Run away as fast as you can before you get our mess on yourself.