I shall introduce a law allowing gruel in the workhouse to be replaced with watered down sawdust.

Dog: Oh do you fellows also have yachts?

Should have used a jet pack to get to flat heaven. Could have ended up in flat hell.

We’ve been getting complaints about your lack of drinking at work. We’re not in the Prussian aristocracy Ben, now take a couple of shots and get out there and make financial decisions for the company!

I also feel that people here are much nicer, and willing to engage with content. Even tiny communities usually make pretty great posts.

AaaäAaaaHh…the…FRENCH. Champagne…

I was thinking more of a concept that you would love to see, like personally I’d love to see Crusader Kings combined with Total War drop in battles.

I wonder if there could be a solution where there’s an insert with built in pipe cleaner thingies for the dishwasher, and when you load them up and turn the dishwasher on, it goes WOOSH WOOSH and then it’s clean.

I only use my programming for good. For instance Bat_Count.exe lets the user enter a number and then the Count from sesame street will count to this number and say “Ah ah ah!” at the end.

I’ve used ChatGPT to explain a difficult concept in different terms, and it’s greatly helped me learn.

(Sad trombone sound)

This is what we in the industry refer to as a “big oof.”

“Hate cheese do we?! The Netherlands send their regards!!!”

This sounds like a gag from the Roadrunner cartoon.

“Look it might be a waste of a lock, but I don’t want some vampire kid killing me. Don’t let your last words be, ‘I should have listened to Jeeeeeeff!’”

Leaving a back door in is the same logic as leaving a key under a fake rock by your house.

Choose your Netflix Adventure:

• Old show you’ve seen three times already.
• Crappy show you lose interest in after five minutes.
• Browse for fifteen minutes until you give up.

“In my professional opinion, this network is haunted.”
…haunted?
(Points to various certifications) “HAUNTED.”

The longer I’m in IT, the more I realize that the adeptus mechanicus might be on to something with beseeching the machine spirit.

Let me tell you something. I once had a chance to buy one of those giant ass snickers bars. It was designed by engineers to be eaten as a group activity, but I had a theory I could just eat it, and screw everyone else. I was young at the time, but sometimes youth makes “good” choices that turn out horrible. I didn’t buy that giant bar. I regret it. I regret that I’ll never be able to chonk out. Chonk out like a mad man. No. Now you can’t even buy them any more. What was once a dream, is now ash. What is left to do now? Eat a salad!? WHY DID I MISS MY OPPORTUNITY OH LORD!!!