Shouldn’t it be the Africa party tho?

My friend has a munchkin void. It can go from purr to hiss in a fraction of a second.

He wants to give Grok some digital ketamine and/or other psychoactive LLM mind expansives.

It pairs well with Benadryl Tacos.

I’m afraid that my account is over drawn on fucks to give.

How do you expect me to eat them if you don’t tell me the TDP?

I always had a bad feeling about that place. I’m glad that I didn’t go there.

On another note, I vote we let the cats eat the bastard/s that starved them.

There needs to be a widespread p2p solution for opensource projects before its too late. I have lost count of all the amazing stuff that has been gravity bombed from orbit.

There also needs to be a way for authors to submit things anonymously too and maybe sign their things with cryptographic keys to ID it. How many times has a company had a court order someone to cease and desist or simply acquire somebody’s work?

They would sentence you to death while demanding that you pay for your own execution.

I wish we had a radical left even if they were lunatics.

I’m getting Dead Space and Soma vibes from this one.

Don’t look to closely or it will look back. o.o

I always wished they would have done more with the IP. Lovecraftian stuff is always fun.

The new game, “Look Outside” uses a sanity system and is also Cosmic Horror.

You can run your own custom chatbot on a mid to high end gaming PC. Don’t trust the man, ever.

What Left? All I see is middling from unwanted meddlers.

This Easter is brought to you by Supply Side Jesus and the Oligarchy.

You are lucky you only did half of it in one sitting.

Never the less. . .

Roll a fortitude save DC 16.

Sign them up for something embarrassing or offensive via snail mail and use their first and last name (ghoster) but instead of their actual address, you use the neighbor’s address.

The whole system has been designed around getting people to give up. They are just adding more holes in that system.

We met after dark in a sketchy secluded place somewhat fearful of discovery. Once assembled, we burnt effigies and took blood oaths to seal our pact to never return to Digg.