Reminds me of the old Conan skit, “In the year two thousand… 🎵

Corpses in the Senate fitted with robo-exoskeletons, so they can keep voting

In the year two thous-AAAND!” 🎵
(Probably like next year)

O excuse me, may we all “outgrow” our debt. 🤣

May all our debt inflate away 🤗

I say you he alive!

I say you he alive?! 😱

Do you like

SPORTZ?

Here’s my tits

“The new QC guy is covered in Satan tattoos,” is what they would say, so I’m shopping for turtlenecks. Maybe graduate down to the longsleeve rugby shirt in time. Gotta ease these bumpkins into this shit, lest they give me the Frankenstein treatment.

2:29 PM, time for my daily cry over the mortality of my doggies 😭 my sweet boys 😢

Homesteader Illford takes on the propane generator tonight only on TGIF

Currently undergoing a background screening for this job preliminarily extended to me, sweating cannonballs now

Everyone wondering how to position to suffer least under recursive self improving AI apocalypse…

Meanwhile, real inflation so out of hand, we’ll call it 7% — higher than the gov purported number which conveniently omits FOOD, GAS, and ELECTRICITY,

I’m bout to full port silver coins & sacks of rice

Interviewed to work in a very nice lab I toured last Friday, hope to hear from them this week. Let us pray,

O Buddha,
Buddha Buddha,
rocking everywhere,
I seen wat u dun for others