Canât believe so much of modern cuisine is dependent entirely on the deposits from a chickenâs cluckhole
I once had a friend who literally only owned metal T-shirts. He did not own a single shirt that was not a metal T-shirt.
Most days he would typically wear Slayer, but for fancy occasions heâd break out his finest Def Leppard.
Notes either go up or they go down, they either stop or they keep going. Tired of music, too predictable
One of these days Iâm gonna have to decide if Iâm gonna be a âHawaiian Shirt Every Dayâ old man, a âColorful-Rimmed Glassesâ old man, or an âIguana On The Shoulderâ old man
Asking someone what they do for a living: so what kind of stuff do you type in your Google docs during the day?
If I was an incel edge-lord vibe coder in charge of programming the parameters of the Simulation we undoubtedly all live in, I too would make 69° the ideal human room temp
Dudes will literally start a band just so they can stand back-to-back and lean on each other while playing their guitars in harmony
Love when Instagram decides to randomly shuffle the suggested contact DM list, like sure Iâll send this brain rot meme to my ex-roommateâs best friendâs pet parrotâs IG account, why not
Getting to know my new Agentic AI Assistant by asking it to play âTwo Truths & a Lie,â or as the AI likes to describe it: âThree Truthsâ
One thing I love about having close friends who are brilliant, successful, Titans of their field, etc. is that I also know privately and deep down what big ole dummies they (and we all) are
Meta COULD ship a feature that warns you youâre about to send a Reel right back to the friend that literally just sent it to you, yet every day they DONâT.
Think about it. Go for a walk. Think about it again.