I used to like Steven Wright.
I still do, but I used to, too.
I used to like Steven Wright.
I still do, but I used to, too.
Usually, the most effective way is to say, “Wanna hear a knock knock joke?”
“Sure!”
“Okay, you start.”
Has about a 90% success rate.
If only it were once a year. This year, people started on the 28th of fucking June, and didn’t stop until the goddamn 6th.
If it actually was contained to the 4th, I would be fine with it, but getting woken up by an explosion every night at 1:30am for a week straight, it gets real old, real fast.
If a loud concert or horror movie popped up next door and rattled the houses of an entire neighborhood from 10pm to 2am, I’m pretty sure law enforcement would do something about it.
“Jesus, Sarah, when are you gonna finally box train that thing?”
When we worry about AI taking over art, there ain’t no AI that can pull that masterpiece off.
What, haven’t you all spent three months to grow one head of lettuce? Just skip breakfast for breakfast and eat cereal for dinner!
I’m gonna say it, he still looks Batman as fuck, even without the ears.
To paraphrase Devon Banks: I’m gonna shut it down. Think how much people will need lightbulbs then!
(Also; I sold the E to Samsung. They’re Samesung now.)
It’s from the image post.
Naw, musta been Warm Bodies.
Brooklyn 99 reference?
Then you finally give up and say, “Okay, computer.”
Jesus, I didn’t even think of that being a reality now…
That’s actually pretty good, subversion of expectations with an absurdist kicker.
Probably was Big Screen. And you can indeed throw popcorn, now.
What, you’ve never seen squirrels bury their nuts before?
So friggin good, like if a kit kat and a Reese’s had a giant baby.
Just be aware with this technique that going to the ER to patch up your sliced open finger is probably more distracting than the sound of the can opening.
It means Rick Deckard won’t be coming for you any time soon.