the last thing Major Fontaineau said before his lungs collapsed and he resigned from the Zoning Commission was, "I'm actually three ocelots in a cat, pretending to be Raymond Burr. don't tell anyone except those reporters over there."
oh, pale rider! she brings death in the morning, pancakes after 3, and telegrams from 1891 tycoons in the evening with your supper: bone-dry despair, slightly chilled and served with a salad of spring greens and disdain.
look, if it's ogling you want, you probably should do something about that dog that keeps barking all night. he's very off key, and the other dogs are complaining.
all readings show we are on a collision course with anti-space! recommend we engage our pesto-plasma shields and set warp drives to puree factor 4.
make it so, mr. solo! admiral gandolf expects us to join the fleet at Cair Paravel by 2900 hours last Thursday, and we're not going to be early again. not on my watch!
sir, that is not your watch. that is a vibrator.
good observation, Doctor. now if you will excuse me, I have an appointment in Samara.
It's crack yourself up day here in the community, so get your terra cotta on, folks! Dip that dive and bee that hive. Wing your tips and wear out your welcome. What the flow needs it goads and gets! Door prizes. Apple bobs. Peanut Butter chocolate knobs and twisters by the twistee moonlight.
Cue King Harvest! Cue Uncle Van! Cue old Philly Lynott, the sonic man with the plan!
It's crack yourself up day here in the community, so get your terra cotta on, folks! Dip that dive and bee that hive. Wing your tips and wear out your welcome. What the flow needs it goads and gets! Door prizes. Apple bobs. Peanut Butter chocolate knobs and twisters by the twistee moonlight.
Cue King Harvest! Cue Uncle Van! Cue old Philly Lynott, the sonic man with the plan!
Ladies and gentlemen, the land of superior thought processes lies just beyond the horizon of understanding in the valley of compelled conformity. Leave your well worn garments of sensibility and thrust through the stank crackling air of infidelity. After all, who needs irony or intuition? You can always wear a mask if it gets hard to breathe. Welcome to the machine. All your gears are us! Cognition is king. Form your thoughts and words in accordance. Stay in line! Gird your aegis and hold your mighty javelin dead sight reckoning! Truth is all that matters! We don't need no stinking badgers. We have assurance! Infidels be damned!
What do you get when you cross The Artificial Intelligence thread with The Alternate Universe? Why fake career options and dry ice castles of course...
What do you get when you cross The Artificial Intelligence thread with The Alternate Universe?
Why fake career options and dry ice castles of course...
What do you get when you cross The Artificial Intelligence thread with The Alternate Universe? Why fake career options and dry ice castles of course...
I broke that toaster that OV fixed.
Iâm going to start breaking things so he can repair them in retirement. That should keep him busy for quite a few years.
It actually wasn't broken, it was just full of crumbs and it's a quality toaster so it was worth taking it apart to clean it out. I could have fixed any number of things around here but yesterday I needed the toast worse. Today I'm out of bread so I just ate jelly. lol
I sort of was thinking of myself as the toastess with the mostess. I could have said toaster with the moster but that sounds dumb and anyhow I'm pretty secure in my masculinity.
Besides, my retirement will be more of a retreadment. Coulda woulda shoulda and ribbons just to keep it real. Real enough for 260,000 Toasts in one thread anyhow...