Excuse me, sir, your pedofilia is showing.

Who are you, who are so wise in the ways of science?

I always fume with anger when some website captions their cookie banner "We care about your privacy". No you fucking don't and the dialog where you have to manually uncheck 10+ individual cookie types and also their fucking"legitimate interest" (no, there isn't any legitimate interest about my data).

And also when some company whose only purpose is to make money sends me e-mails beginning with "Hello, ". We aren't friends, we are business partners. If I'll write you about let's say a RMA, I won't address you "David" either. Keep it professional, will ya, ya smeee-heeee.

Have you tried telling it you have lung cancer?

Or you could call good old Bobby Tables.

Sapient Pearwood FTW!

Well done, my minions. The mortals' courage begins to wane! Now, let's see how they contend with the true Lord of Blackrock Spire!

Yesterday my 4yo asked me to fold his sweatshirt for him when he was changing in the kindergarten. I said I would help him but I don't know how. He smiled and explained it to me, perfectly folding it in the process.

I'm not really a programmer but when I code something at work to make my job easier and I have to go before I finish it, I write a little comment for my future self to explain how I'm thinking at the moment, to help restore the flow.

Usually it doesn't work. :-D

Yeah. You'll win nothing. :-D

Just like the guy whose name was Peter Ninth, born on 9.9.1999, who was living in flat number 9... On his 19th birthday he bought a ticket on horse race for the horse number 9.

The horse ended up ninth.

screw_you_guys_im_going_home()

Maybe we all should stop going to restaurants. Seriously, do we really need it? We can cook at home or buy refrigerated meals in the supermarket if someone really can't cook... Just until the industry collapses. Maybe what rises from its ashes will value the workers more...

But probably won't.