My wife, sensing I'm about to pull out my harmonica, gently places her hand on my thigh to let me know it's an inappropriate time. We are an incredible team.
[opens the portal to the godlike superintelligence that solves 87-year-old math problems and carries out autonomous cyberattacks]
“how long peanut butter good in fridge”
england was shitting out hail last week and now it's going to be 35c next week. Yeah okay mate we're just doing whatever arent we just having a right laugh