Those slaps were rather gentle, with a spirit of “Get out of here you silly goose!”
Scissor me timbers!
In prison.
Butthole destroyed.
Make check on coin.
Massive loss in value.
No.
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I only use my programming for good. For instance Bat_Count.exe lets the user enter a number and then the Count from sesame street will count to this number and say “Ah ah ah!” at the end.
This is what we in the industry refer to as a “big oof.”
Dude went from WW1 flying ace to IT customer support disgrace.
-The shark has every right to be there.
-I’m not going to let fear dominate my vacation.
-It’s just water bro!
-Statistically you’re more likely to get mugged by a Kansas City snail on the forth of July.
-My cousin got eaten, and he said it wasn’t even that bad.
-Why are you always bringing up sharks and never dolphins?
-I’ve looked into it, and basically a shark is a tuna with some additional details.
If it smells like poop everywhere you go, check under your own shoe.
Not gonna lie. I’d watch a Star Trek romantic comedy called Klingon To You.
CMD window pops up and closes.
GPT4, Write a poem about a ball sack that has a mysterious seam on it.
In realms of flesh where mysteries dwell, A ball sack’s tale I’m here to tell, Its surface smooth, yet a seam concealed, A riddle of secrets, soon revealed.
Beneath the skin, a journey untold, Where life’s enigma begins to unfold, A hidden seam, like a whispered song, Invisible threads, where wonders belong.
A vessel of life, in delicate guise, Holds the promise of love in its size, Yet, a seam’s mystery, a cryptic design, In the dance of existence, it intertwines.
Perhaps it’s a mark of life’s creation, A symbol of nature’s artful foundation, Or a reminder that within us, seams run deep, Where mysteries and stories eternally keep.
So, let us ponder this ball sack’s grace, With its hidden seam, a mystical trace, In the human tapestry, where secrets gleam, A testament to life, like a waking dream.
(Slaps another sandwich down) FOR THE HOLDERS OF THE SHARE.
(Everyone in the restaurant) FOR THEY SHARE THE HOLD!!!