

As a moderator of fuck_ai, I’m against all ai existing. As a human being with a functional brain, I’m against cybertrucks existing.
So I’m torn.
As a moderator of fuck_ai, I’m against all ai existing. As a human being with a functional brain, I’m against cybertrucks existing.
So I’m torn.
It’s why fighting fascism is like losing weight, you can’t reach a goal and stop giving a fuck, it’s a lifestyle.
Can confirm. 330lbs I said “I’ll reach 320.”
At 320 I said I’ll reach 310.
At 310 I said 300.
At 300 I said 290.
Then 280.
Then 270.
Then 260.
Then 250.
Then 240.
I went back up to 250. Oh no no no no no. Fuck that shit. I’m going to see 240. And when I do, it’ll set my sights on 230.
And when I see 230, I will hug someone. Because that will be 100lb.
Which means I’ll look to 220.
And then 210.
And 200.
I don’t know where my weight loss journey ends. I don’t know when I’ll feel at a healthy weight.
I just know I hope my journey brings me to a day when I get to punch a nazi.
Because nazi lives DON’T matter!
Aren’t you guys glad that we dismantled government regulation of businesses long ago? Now we get cars that are racist! Yaaaaaay!
clears throat
blows up a cybertruck
Ah yes. Baby spice became Teen Spice. Then College Aged Spice. Then Midlife Spice. Then Old Spice. And now she leaves behind her husband, Herb.
Actually all the Spice Girls married different guys all named Herb. That’s where the phrase “Spices and Herbs” comes from.
They’re hiding out in Minnisota.
Do it. I need to see these posts take off. Then inevitably SOMEONE on the right wing will correct them, and the first guy will think the second guy is a leftist conspiracy.
Eventually they’d just be fighting each other.
You couldtell me one of them is dead, and I wouldn’t bat an eye in believing it.
Plot twist. The local farmers market dealer is also a crack dealer. The tomatoes have a light layer of crack on them.
“just following orders” wasn’t a valid excuse at Nuremberg, and it won’t be a valid excuse in 2028 in the Washington Trials.
Neither did the S.S.
A paralel that I’m sure they both openly embrace, and which is also completely lost on them.
Dude…why are you going around fighting coat racks? You bully!
Part of me is convinced this a joke for one guy, switching between two accounts, just laughing to himself. Like it’s some kind of inside joke. And by “inside” I mean “inside his own head”.
kicks you in the balls
Yes.
Want to be friends, but then never talk? Like ever?
Myspace servers were wiped clean about 10 years ago. I checked about 3 years ago. My profile, and all my friends profiles were gone.
It’s a music service now.
No clue about live journal. I never had one.
Yeah, you can come over to our timeline. You just have to give one of us living in the other timeline ice cream and a blowjob.
And since I’m the only one you know with the ability to timeline jump…
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Chocolate chip cookie dough please! With butterscotch topping!
Holy shit. I’m just now finding out about this. Otherwise I’d have pet that dog all day when it was still alive.