

Insert Cock Joke here.


There is no need to fight. I have love enough for both of them.


I’m just giddy with excitement. /s
That sets up a nice sequel with some interesting ideas about the living undead and the horrific work conditions of the poor and social stratification of the Victorian era.
NASA let’s him spark the rockets. He invites everyone over on the weekend for barbecue but no one ever goes.
Regional? This guy’s all-conference and headed pro; zero doubts, first rounder.
Captain Taco Bell. One 4th meal too many changed him. Into the hero we never knew we didn’t want.


So does Elon… allegedly.


Wicked City? Not cyberpunk, but it definitely goes hyperviolent.


I expected Soylent Green by now.
Shouldn’t it be the other way around?
This read in my head with his voice. And I don’t mind that at all.


That comic made me laugh too damn hard.
I think I pulled something.
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Some things never change. I like the artwork. It’s on point. And hits just as hard as this old cartoon from a century ago.


They sounded too rough and cartoon-like. The lyrics talk about snorting Coca-Cola by the bucketful or some other nonsense. Almost like they were making fun of the old country songs, like Johnny Cash’s ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down’. The one where he sings about being hungover.


I had to put Nirvana in my ears to clean the AI trash out.
I still miss KC. I remember the day I heard the news. Almost as bad as when Chris Cornell went.
I believe they were potty trained at gun point.