If I had exclusive knowledge the world was going to end tomorrow, which one of you guys would want me to tell you? Purely hypothetical, of course. This tweet implies nothing. The world isn't ending tomorrow, you know, unless it coincidentally was and you'd like me to tell you.
Your tesla AI has been modified to honor the sanctity of life and make the hard choices so you don't have to. That's why when it detected a squirrel in the street, it swerved into that early childhood daycare killing 17 children.
While chatting online today, the Problem of Evil comes up. However, while chatting about it, my phone autocorrected it to "Pringle of Evil" and now I'm imagining a giant Pringle in the sky who is singlehandedly responsible for all the suffering on Earth.
So, eleven-and-a-bit years ago, I wrote the only written narrative in Minecraft: the story that appears after you kill the Ender Dragon. (A narrative which players often call The End Poem.)
Today, I officially librated that ending.
Er, what does that mean?
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Just poured myself a bowl of cereal, then realized we were out of milk. Now I'm sitting here putting cereal back in the bag one handful at a time looking like an idiot. A damn fool. And I have a dirty bowl now 🙄
I've decided that college girls are immune to the cold during Halloween weekend because they dress in less layers than they do during the summer months.