You’re not how orbital mechanics work.

Land in ocean, suddenly Tom Hanks is involved.

See? They still landed amongst the stars.

Damn. That’s worth savoring.

“When Putin nuts, I intend to keep sucking, folks.”

Strawberry eclair so it blends in.

Oh, I’ve touched a horse.

Agree to disagree.

Nicolas Cage’s The Wicker Man is the only John Wick spinoff worth your time.

I wish women’s screams still riled me. It’d sure make mornings a lot easier.

Fyi, on arcade cabinet high scores, the three characters provided are just enough to spell out ASS, if you’ve got the gumption.

I know I shouldn’t, but I’m bad!

I doubt anyone can prove they’re AI.

Thanks for the heads-up, giving RSS Guard a try as we speak. Looks fun.

Not pills. Mostly, they send the poop transplant through your nose, apparently, often after mixing it with 4% milk.

I, too, wish I hadn’t learned it, but it all happened so fast.

Edit: You guys really dislike fat tigers.

Drug addiction? Trauma? Brain tumor? Cold temperatures?

As in “FWD: FW: Fwd: Fw: Fw: Fw: Fw: Fw: Fw: Fw:?”

Or…?

I’m at a bar on my phone, but this sounds like a perfect job for AI.

Edit:

I’ve lived in more than one trailer. Including a trailer park. I once slept over at a friend’s trailer in a different park. We had a pinecone war with kids from the other side of the trailer park. Pre-bedtime entertainment was Billy Ray Cyrus performing Achy Breaky Heart live on TNN.

I also worked on Capitol Hill, a finance firm worth dozens of billions, etc. My degree is from a shitty Christian college, but I just accepted a job at a prominent research university (staff, not faculty, but still).

I guess I feel like most of my life is relevant to this question.