I will gloatvote this every time I see it.

Your sandals are here. Fight me, human.

Many moons ago I was getting my W2K certs. I dropped a vanilla box into my home lab, installed W2K server, connected it to my LAN, and left to take leak and get a cup of coffee. By the time I got back 10 minutes later, some enterprising soul had installed SQLServer and Exchange 5.5 over the Internet in preparation for fuck knows what. I burped, farted, and disconnected my router. Then I sat down to reconsider my career choice.

Everyone in the call center, hundreds and hundreds of people, despises you.

I’m doing so well just believing the opposite of whatever he says.

I now own a Browntooth speaker.

So did other stocks. The Dotard flip-flopped on tariffs again.

No wonder they’re begging police departments to buy them.

Apart from everything else, that’s a great headline pun.

The first spam email was sent in 1978. It’s been downhill since.

Lemon-scented Roundup® is tasty and nutritional, too!

Narrator: Where will you be when the amphetamine wears off?

Me too. I never used them (or anything made from plastic) for cooking, but I do freeze stuff in them, dammit!

Have the banned buzkashi yet?

Taliban is going to have to ban a bunch of stuff, because people who get a rush from gambling will gamble on anything.

Whoa. Dude’s getting Kremlin leadership level numbers.

TY! Do want.

Well, you know what they say about men with big feet: large socks. </shitpost>

But apart from the whole Foreign Emoluments Clause of the US Constitution, he’s going to pay the taxes and duties on it, right? RIGHT?

Doomscrolling to my birth year, and still no jet pack.