The dad was beatmaxxing

Peak writing

Plot twist: the ultimatum was about kicking their son out

Pointing out someone else’s retarded policy doesn’t mean yours are any better

Janeway was right

Rules for when a fly enters the room

A Trill only sex club

The communal sponge is peak hygiene, stop dissing it

The new RAM shortages confirms the simulation theory though. Think about it, we start building more and more datacenters => the real servers running the simulation saturate their memory and whoever’s running the simulation needs to upgrade their memory => simulation computing power is artificially capped for a few “years” (a few weeks in reality for the memory upgrade to be delivered and installed)

That’s it, your character is now wearing the magical plug of deflated bloating. It gives the wearer permanent relief from meteorism at the cost of -15 agility

Fake: anon went outside Gay: didn’t say no homo afterwards

FAKE: anon thinks girls are real GAY: anon wants to fuck a twink

The Pah Wraith are clearly baseball fans who hope for extra innings

Yes but imagine magic infused guns

It’s over Miss Granger. What do you say?

I cast ICBM

But raspberries are yummy

You know I’m kinda tempted to link you to a Copilot session with an LLM written apology.

No apology, but do have a nice day.

A baseless answer is a baseless answer regardless of origin though. I’d argue more thought went into getting the LLM to give me an estimate that it would’ve if I just typed “yeah 600 passengers on a coal train are probably better”. But hey, do feel free to hate on LLMs

Too much work for shitposting after work, don’t you think?

Well I don’t know anyone who works in either designing mass transportation nor makes environmental impact analysis, so no one could give me an accurate guess, hence why I specified that I asked.

I cannot express the depth of disappointment i feel here.

I even let it ‘think’ some extra time, come on

I sincerely hope you are never responsible for so much as brunch

I’ll make it my goal to ensure I’m supervising every single brunch you’re going to for the rest of our lives