Another one of life’s simple pleasures ruined by the government lizard overlords.

Haha! Yeah right, this is like the ten thousandth time they’ve s

Mad lad Obama
To the tune of Judas Priest’s “Breakin’ The Law”

“I have been migrating files since the (fourth) Crusade.”
Backed up my iPhone to the computer, not the Cloud. Any transfer I still do using the Lightning cable connections, not Wifi.
“You have chosen… wisely.”

Or the scene in American Beauty when he notices the swastika piece is the one missing.

What’s with the number buttons being available with no “OK” or “Enter” option?

You know what you really need?
A committee to study the feasibility of a committee!

Phew… for a long minute there, I thought paranoia was getting the best of me, glad to see it’s still the good ol’ capitalist secret police state who are actually looking at me through that crack in the wall.

Good ol’ fashioned analog protocol!

The Infallibility Myth baffles me. What’s that all about?

It’s like they cranked up the marketing, cult-of-personality bullshit to see how high it could go… and it didn’t have a limit, they were able to brainwash a lot of people with the most preposterous stuff, and they couldn’t help themselves, they just HAD to make their head a demigod.

“Me perfect in paradise, you utter dogshit capitalist.”
What is this, a first grader having a schoolyard fight?

Then there’s Mao. Not quite a demigod, but not quite human either. His myth covering a much larger area and population, so they had to make the myth a little bit subtler. But not by much.

Some people are into Depp. For whatever inexplicable reason.

I’ve been trying to pull the same scam, but every time I buy a homing pigeon to get started, it flies away and never comes back!

Lemmy shitpost?
More like…
Shemmy leetpost.
Shemmy 1337post!
Amirite, fellas?

Just one more and that’s it, I swear, I mean it this time!

Yeah… uh-huh, sure.

“Before we bone, I must tell you… I ate radishes earlier. Perhaps you should, too.”
And that’s how you get on equal footing before jumping into the sack.

Was it some sort of blind hookup Tinder-like, and the “password” was a real, actual piece of cheese?
Like with spy craft, “I’ll be at the plaza at 10pm, sitting on the bench in front of the fountain. I will be wearing a Gary Coleman “OBEY” t-shirt and carrying a dark green backpack. You will ask me for a piece of cheese”.

Now that there should be a PEZ dispenser.

Aquitania?

The difference between hallucination and disassociation?

Lemme see some fission on the dance floor!
DJ Fatman
MC Little Boy