Translation: "I have no defence for the huge amount of energy required to generate all the superfluous data that ChatGPT shits out into the world, so allow me to distract you with asinine gibberish."
#USAElection2024 congratulations to the putrid orange bag of puss; now you've just got to watch that inbred Vance doesn't declare you incompetent and take the presidency from your cocaine-addled diaper-clad ass. #TheyreComingToGetYouDonnie
@IAmPoliticsGirl It's curious because November 5th is the day the British remember an act of sedition by burning a man in effigy (yes we're petty and hold long grudge)... but you could put that orange bag of crap on the bonfire too.
@ZineMatica Yeah, that's a familiar feeling. Work doesn't really help with it, and I end up not giving a shit about people that I have to work with or tiptoeing around people friends and family trying not to make a fuss. It's a very unsatisfying way to live.
@Dare_To_Exist Are they doing it because they know what sex is, or because they think you're a weird little meat machine and they're trying to give you an oil change?
@OrderGoodDeath Also the sub scene from Life Aquatic when, having lost his best friend to a leopard shark, and his son to a helicopter crash, he confronts the shark he swore to kill, and wonders if it will remember him (he doesn't kill it, they'd run out of dynamite).