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Cake day: March 24th, 2024

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  • That hideous alien creature on the wing during a storm? Me. That’s me. I saved 19 bucks on my ticket and got TWO bags of peanuts on standby! The peanuts blew away one by one somewhere over Iowa but I had beef jerky backup, as all responsible travelers do.

    That guy stuffed into a 1970’s Samsonite in the unpressurized baggage hold? Also me.

    One time I mailed myself through USPS. If it fits it ships flat rate!! It hurt when I got drop-kicked onto a porch though. More emotionally than anything else.








  • The figure is somewhere above 0%, but certainly not zero. For example, haven’t you seen the crap blaster 9000 infomercial at 2AM on a Tuesday? You connect that bad boy to a fire hydrant (vendor liability disclaimed), pull the turbo-diesel engine rip cord, and wear a full body bio-hazard suit with air supply (suggested). Not for use with some sets. Batteries not included.

    Ahh, sweet memories; sometimes they overflow.



  • erp@lemmy.worldtomemes@lemmy.worldAh yes, organization.
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    20 days ago

    Browser: “Are you gonna order somethin’ kid!?” (all subsequent data streams to Google for future sale)

    User: “Uh yeah, give me, gimme a tab.”

    Browser: “A tab. I can’t give you a tab unless you order something!”

    User: “But I’m jonesin for some saccharin … not that newtra-schweddy or whatever it is”

    Biff Yaml enters; sits two spaces down, feeling sexagesimal: “What are you looking at, BUTTHEAD!?” (all of his comments are one line)

    Python Strickland enters: "User what are you doing? Four spaces are used for indentation. You got a real attitude problem, user; you’re a slacker! You remind me of your dunder father when he went here; he was a slacker, too! Quack quack. (his package is poorly managed)

    Linus Torvalds enters: heavy breathing … curses in Finnish (Älykääpiö!) … gits out

    IBM Selectric: “Hold my beer … and my ball”

    Obnoxious neighbor kid walks in (a real ascii): Invokes char(11)/VT; sits on the floor. His Mylar balloon flies away, hits a high voltage line, and the power goes out.

    Browser: “Well, looks like the milkshake machine’s broken.”

    Teletype Model 28 looks up from drinking coffee and reading the morning paper tape: “I would like to be … modified”

    Doc Mill (nee’ Rampazetto) enters: (shudders) “Momma bollocks!”

    During this time, Helium was on a noble mission and did not react.