To be fair, we haven’t ruled out the possibility that these assholes are all robots. That facebook guy has never once passed the turing test. I have never seen his face and thought “now THAT looks like a human!”

Maybe thats why they feel ok killing. I feel ok in linux going to the task manager and killing all the tasks that eat up my ram (hello firefox, and your 53 processes). But then the processes come back.

It also explains why we suddenly have a push for AI. They just want a brain, which they clearly lack.

As a can drinker, that’s the reason I call them “Crrrsppppclick glug glug glug”.

Oooooooh, depending on year, I bet that was just shortly after his death. Which is why his name would have been topical at the time.

There it is

I kinda love the jablecloth! Everything except the name.

God dammit…I hate that was actually a good pun.

I have zero clue who the Puerto Rican president was in 2017. But as an American territory, why wouldn’t America have some responsibility? Even if it’s just sending aid money to hire contracted help.

Nah. I remember being smarter than some adults in the 80s. For reference, I was born in 1983.

I told them Reagan was a bad president! Much better to have Super Mario and the Ninja Turtles as running mates.

That tracks.

I remember being let down that the world saw 2013…

I remember when I was 7 I wanted to read those stories. My mom never let me, and called it “fake trash”.

Yeah. I love fake trash. Thats why I love 80s/90s pro-wrestling. Macho Man Randy Savage was 5’10. Which in pro-wrestling world of the 1980s is essentially a midget. But he put on colorful tassles, and had an amazing wardrobe person. He became bigger than life. He was a total character. He fought in fake fights on tv, in a sport so deviated from its orgin material that it may as well not even be called pro-wrestling. It’s fake trash and I loved it!

Then I saw one of these magazines, and was like “Uhhhh, moon boy finds love on mars??? Yes please!”

But mom said no.

Then, years later when I was into my 30s, she asked why I thought pro-wrestling was real.

Uhhhhhhhh…I don’t. No one does. I was 7 and knew it was fake. I didn’t know how many of the performers were on cocaine, or how many drugs they were on…but I knew it was all a performance, and not a sport.

…I never did get to read those magazines.

What’chu gonna do with all that junk? All that love inside yo’ trunk???

Imma get get get you drunk! Get you digging up my humps! My humps my humps! My T-rex fossil lumps!

Yeah, but…have you tried stabbing yourself? Could be fun! C’mon. Do it. Just a little stab. A stab for the good times. A stab for the bad times. Just…stabby stabby! Mwa ha ha!!!

I think low beans are a cats tootsies.

They say God works in mysterious ways. As an athiest, if I am wrong, and god does exist, he doesn’t work in mysterious ways. He’s playing The Sims, and enjoys torturing everyone. He removes the ladder from the pool.

Either that, or he’s AFK, and will come back to see how we’ve developed over the past 2000 years. And he’ll be like “the fuck are they DOING???”

Just in case you’re NOT joking, go see a doctor. You have colon cancer.

…yeah. Thanks for explaining the joke. I’m sure blind people appriciate the description.